#Marvel one shots

[dracowars]

superhero(es) | steve rogers

pairing: steve x reader

word count: 3,9k

summary: where steve and y/n spend a morning with their little family

a/n: this goes to all my fellow women: you are so strong and powerful, beautiful and kind ❤️ (first steve rogers os, hope you enjoy!!)

warnings: none

universe: marvel

You can't tell if it is your maternal instinct or just your body playing tricks on you again, but as soon as you catch a glimpse of a dull, radial light through your closed eyelids, your dream ends abruptly and your exhausted body falls back into reality. A reality where your little three-year-old daughter opens the door to your bedroom, her bare feet padding over the paquet floor as she stops right in front of you, tightly clutching her favorite stuffed animal in her arms. Definitely your maternal instinct because the quivering of her lower lip can hardly be ignored and she does not even need to touch you with her tiny hands that you already open your eyes.

The moment your eyes adjust to the light coming in from the hallway and you see your daughter standing in front of your side of the bed, your heart breaks a little. Your inner alarm bells go off immediately and you lift your upper body up, propping yourself up with your elbow on your pillow. The heavy weight lazily swung across your waist does not move a single bit when you do so.

"Hey, hey, Grace-y, darling. What's up sweetie?", you ask her worried and reach your hand out to her, your eyes heavy despite the sudden rush of adrenaline due to seeing your babygirl wide awake in the middle of the night.

Her bottom lip trembles even more now that she tries to answer, trying to hold back her tears like the strong girl she is.

"Shh, don't cry. Come here, sweetheart", you prompt, grabbing her hand and pulling her closer in order to pick her up and sit her on the mattress next to you. Smoothing back her hair, you fondly smile at her. God, when did she grow up so fast?

"Grace, do you want to tell Mommy what's wrong?", you ask her again, your voice in a whisper and your heart aching at seeing your precious daughter this distraught.

"H-Had a bad dream", she responds quietly, adjusting her tone to yours as she quickly noticed that her father is peacefully sleeping next to you, unaware of what is going on.

"Oh baby, I'm sorry about that. But everything is fine now, okay? You don't have to be scared of anything anymore, we are here to protect you", you reassure her with a smile, tucking a strand of her hair behind her ear while she is still clutching her stuffed animal to her chest. A single tear rolls down her puffy cheek as she nods and you quickly pull her into a hug, running your hand over her back soothingly.

"You can sleep here tonight, is that alright?", you whisper in her ear and, again, get a nod in response. "Okay, but try to not wake up Daddy."

In fact, it is proving quite difficult not to wake Steve up since his muscular arm is still splayed across your middle. Steve just returned from a mission yesterday and you can't even describe how much you have missed him. Even if it was not for long, you keep realizing that you can't live without him anymore. And his children missed him even more.

Every time he returns home, whether it is after a normal day's work or after a longer mission, he is so exhausted that you feel sorry when James and Grace immediately jump onto him. But he tells you that it makes him happy and, obviously, you believe him. Still, you do not want to disturb his well-deserved sleep which is why you try to move as little as possible.

Carefully, you set Grace down in the middle and lift Steve's arm so that your daughter can quickly squeeze in-between. Sniffling, she looks at you with her big eyes as you adjust the covers over her and place a gentle kiss on her forehead. Before you can settle back into your previous sleeping position, however, Steve stirs in his sleep, seemingly noticing that something changed as he wants to pull you closer to him. In doing so, he is not only pulling you closer to him now but also your daughter, who can't help but giggle at her father unintentionally cuddling her. While you barely move, hoping your husband will stay asleep, he takes one deep breath. After that, silence spreads throughout your bedroom.

"Do we have a visitor tonight?", Steve's deep, sleep-drunk voice suddenly asks into the dark and you startle a little.

"She had a nightmare, but don't worry. You can go back to sleep", you say, feeling his arm retract from you as he hugs Grace tightly instead, placing kisses all over her which makes her giggle even more.

"These bad dreams can't harm you, sweetheart. You know Mommy and Daddy will always be there to protect you", he whispers to your daughter, who is now cuddling into him, his chin on top of her head. Your heart beats faster upon seeing their interaction and you once again realize how lucky you are to have him. And you are so incredibly grateful that he gave you such wonderful children like James and Grace.

"Try to sleep again, alright? Daddy won't let the bad dreams disturb you any longer", Steve explains softly, running his hand over her hair to soothe her into dreamland. Gently, he kisses her cheek and motions for you to come closer in order to give you a kiss as well while not having to leave his position with your daughter in his arms. Smiling, you peck his lips and fall back into your pillow, the exhaustion hitting you at once. But when Steve's fingers graze your upper arm, you manage to still intertwine your hands before falling asleep again.

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Scattered rays of sunshine tickling your nose, you move and slowly wake up. You do not even have to open your eyes and you know that you clearly have not had enough sleep to be fully rested. But you have to get two children ready for school and daycare and simultaneously make yourself presentable for work as well.

A quick glance at your alarm clock shows you that you woke up before the alarm, which is only supposed to go off in half an hour.

Sighing, you let your hand dangle over the edge of the bed before lifting yourself up completely, unable to get any more sleep anyway. Yawning, you sit on the edge and a smile creeps onto your lips as you turn around and are met with the cutest sight the world has ever seen.

Steve's entire bulky body is spread out like a starfish across his side as well as yours, his huge frame taking up most of the space. Meanwhile, Grace is sprawled across his torso, her stuffed animal in one of her hands, and they both snore away peacefully. You genuinely wonder how you survived a night with this little space.

As carefully and slowly as possible, you stand up and reluctantly tear yourself away from the sight which is going to make your heart fill with a lot of joy for a few more days. You tiptoe to the chair next to your closet, throw the clothes you have already laid out yesterday evening over your arm and disappear into the adjoining bathroom, but not without turning off the alarm clock first.

The built-in clock on the mirror reminds you once again how early in the morning it is, but you choose to ignore it and splash cold water on your face to wake up. After that, you take a quick shower and put on some make-up, styling your hair while enjoying the quiet that early mornings usually bring.

With two children, a family dog - a German Shepard named Sarge -, and a husband who saves the world almost every day, there is often not much time for rest. And you often lose sight of the fact that you also have a job and a life outside of your role as a mother and wife.

But you love this role, even if it drives you crazy at times.

Slipping into your clothes - today more formal than usual as you have an important meeting - you take one last look at yourself, and the clock, and then exit the bathroom. Grace and Steve have hardly moved in the meantime and it is not easy for you to destroy this moment. At least the shrill sound of the alarm does not do it.

Gently, you crawl back onto the bed and kiss your daughter's forehead several times, softly urging her to wake up. Steve receives the same treatment and while Grace wakes up pretty quickly, he remains fast asleep.

"Go wake up your brother, okay? I will be right there", you say to Grace, who looks at you sleepily but rested and she sets off immediately, the thought of waking up her brother exciting her.

"Babe, it's time to get up", you whisper, kissing his cheek, but he still has not moved. His hair is tousled and his beard is more than three days old. If you told anyone how difficult it is to get Captain America out of bed in the morning, they would probably never believe you.

But here you are, trying to shake the big man in front of you awake.

"Why, already?", he finally murmurs, waking up but clearly not wanting to as he reaches for you, pulling you on top of him. "I didn't even get a proper chance to hold you last night. I'm cuddle deprived."

At this, you let out a laugh and try to free yourself from his grip, but he does not let go of you and his strength exceeds yours by far. Super Soldier Serum and such.

Still, you do not even think about giving up and pull on his arm again, which is wrapped tightly around your waist.

"Steve, please. I need to help Grace brush her teeth and get dressed", you mention, but your husband clearly does not seem to care, as you can see from his expression.

"She's grown up. Besides, wasn't she supposed to wake James? He can help her", he winks at you and you let out a humourless chuckle, not believing his words.

"So you were awake, you-"

"I just can't get enough of your kisses, you know? And I gladly admit it, after all you are my wife and I do not have to hide anything from you", he smiles proudly, kissing you on the lips. "Otherwise, what was the point of marrying you if I can't kiss you whenever and wherever I want?"

"Oh my god, Steve. What's gotten into you?", you giggle, pushing him away from you as much as he lets you. Meeting his eyes, you feel a blush creep onto your cheeks because he looks at you like you hung the moon.

"Is that a blush? Did I actually make my wife blush right now?", he grins from ear to ear and you just roll your eyes as an answer, biting back another giggle.

"Shut up. You are an idiot, but you can be glad that I missed you so much", you smile and kiss him again, using his unwariness in that moment to finally free yourself from his grip, which is only accompanied by Steve's grumble. "Now get America's ass up or our whole house will be flooded if I let your children alone in the bathroom for one second longer."

"Yes, ma'am", he salutes you, a smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth as he tries to suppress a laugh. Rolling your eyes with a giggle, you set off to stop Grace from turning the bathroom into her own little water park.

It does not take long for you to get everything back under control and escort your children, and Sarge, who was woken up by all the turmoil, downstairs, into the open kitchen and living area, where they both sit on the huge sofa and watch their favourite kids show. This distraction allows you to prepare their lunch boxes while simultaneously getting some breakfast ready for Steve and you. Of course you also take care of Sarge by filling up his food and water bowls.

Laughter fills the air whenever the cartoon character says something funny on screen, and your heart fills with love at the sight of your two little bundles of joy. Leaning against the counter behind you, you wait for your coffee to be ready, tracking what is currently happening on screen.

All of your children's concentration is on the screen. That is until footsteps can be heard coming down the stairs and they both rush to stand up, jumping into Steve's arms before he even gets the chance to properly enter the room.

"Woah! Careful you two", Steve warns them immediately, but in such a playful tone that they do not even take him seriously. He lifts them both up with ease and bids them good morning with a kiss to the forehead. Sarge is also standing directly at his feet now, his tail wagging in glee.

"Daddy, Daddy! I didn't have any more nightmares", Grace declares proudly while, at the same time, James shares his super-cool, action-packed dream of being the superhero who saved the world.

Steve listens to both of them intently, as best as he can when they are talking to him at the same time, and sits them down on the stools by the kitchen island. The two only stop talking when they drink their orange juice, which you have put there beforehand. Drinking their juice, James starts explaining his dream to his little sister, babbling away.

"Good morning to you too, my beautiful wife", Steve greets you as he slowly approaches you and you can't help but check him out. Today, for your pleasure, he decided to put on a compression shirt, which emphasizes his muscular upper body and especially his upper arms, and combined it with a simple pair of cargo pants. His hair is perfectly styled the way you love it and he has kept his stubble.

He looks so incredibly handsome right now that you just can't keep your hands to yourself and touch his chest the moment he softly kisses you.

"I saw that", he whispers against your lips, flexing the muscles under your hand before leaving a little more space between your bodies. "How did you sleep?"

Since your senses are currently fully consumed by him - his fresh just-left-the-shower scent, his raspy voice, his body in front of you, his entire aura -, you have to swallow before being able to answer. Steve watches all of this with a slight grin on his lips that he is trying to hide, perfectly knowing what he does to you right now.

"Good. Fine. I mean for the sleep I got it was fine", you shrug, being used to not ever feeling completely rested. "I will survive."

"I never doubted that", Steve replies, placing both hands on the counter next to your hips, catching you between them. "But next time you can wake me up when the kids come over at night."

"I know, it's just- You were so exhausted last night and I just couldn't bring myself to steal your well-deserved sleep", you sigh with a sad smile, and, lost in thought, run your hand along his chest and over his shoulder, avoiding eye contact.

"That's why I love you. But", he starts, suddenly holding a cup in front of you. "What was this invented for, then?"

In disbelief, you quickly take a glance next to you, to where the coffee machine is, to where your coffee was just made.

"You are a thief", you say, offended when he actually takes a sip from it with a grin on his perfectly sculpted face.

"It doesn't even work for you", you remind him with your eyebrow raised.

"Hm, the thought counts", he winks at you playfully before placing the cup in your hands, pecking your cheek before filling himself a glass of orange juice as well. "By the way, you look beautiful."

"I tried my best", you snicker, sipping your coffee as you try to hide what is turning out to be yet another blush. "You don't look too bad yourself either, Mr. Rogers."

"Daddy, do you like my pigtails today?", Grace interrupts your conversation all of a sudden, apparently having enough of her brother's talk about superheroes.

"Of course! I love them!", Steve answers, leaning on the kitchen island to be able to reach out to her on the other side, twirling one of her pigtails around his finger. "It looks stunning. And would you take a look at these butterfly hairclips! Amazing!"

The big smile that then appears on her face mirrors that of her father and you can't help but smile too. It is moments like these that really make you realize how lucky you are.

Finishing up their lunch boxes, you ask your children to get their backpacks so you can put them in. The colorful boxes disappear into their bags and a glance at the clock tells you that you will have to get ready to leave soon.

"Do you think I can be a superhero one day, Daddy?", James asks, apparently still caught up in his dream. Steve smiles at him with so much adoration in his eyes as he takes his backpack and smoothes down his hair that you feel your heart beating faster.

"Of course you will, what a question!", Steve answers enthusiastically and takes Grace's backpack as well after checking the time.

"Because my friends don't believe me when I tell them that you are a superhero and that I will one day also be one", James continues, looking at his feet as he tells you this. Steve seems to be at a loss for words for a second and you also do not know what to say. It is not about what he said but about the way your son said it. With so much defeat in his voice.

Quickly, Steve and you exchange a sympathetic gace before he bends down to be on one level with James.

"Don't listen to them, buddy. We all know that you will be a superhero one day and that is what counts", Steve encourages him, rubbing over his shoulder in an attempt to lighten him up. "Am I right, Grace?"

"YES!"

Grace answers with so much enthusiasm in her voice that it makes you giggle. Grace has always been her older brother's biggest fan and when she goes over and hugs him now, telling him that he will be great, but that he definitely needs to get her a cool superhero costume as well, your heart skips a beat and you feel warm inside.

This is your family and they are the best thing that has ever happened to you.

Steve pulls both of them to his chest, hugging them as well before picking them up, one on each side. Apparently they wrap their hands around his neck a bit too tightly, because he is fighting to get some air. "Alright, alright, I may be a superhero but I still need to breathe. Who is ready to leave?", he announces and your kids giggle, loosening their grip on their dad. Sarge barks softly as a response, apparently also ready to go out.

Steve maneuvers both of them to the entryway, putting them down and helping Grace to tie her shoes. James, on the other hand, puts on his jacket and shoes in record time, visibly proud. You join them in the hallway, stuffing your lunchbox into your handbag and handing Steve his own.

"Thank you, my love", he kisses your cheek, patting down on his body to see if he's got his keys and wallet. "Let me bring them today."

"W-What? I was supposed to-"

"I know. But I want to. It's not long until my next mission and I just want to spend as much time with them as possible", Steve interrupts you, smiling while opening the door so the kids can already go outside. "I also need to proof to James' friends that his father is, in fact, Captain America. And you drive them every day, after waking up earlier, after helping them get ready, after making breakfast. Don't think that I haven't noticed that you are barely getting any sleep. I can practically see how exhausted you are, honey."

His words are spot on. Recently, when he was gone on more and longer missions, you indeed found it increasingly difficult to take care of two - three if you count Sarge - children on your own. Even with the help of your parents, and Bucky and Sam from time to time, you were still quite overwhelmed with everything. It actually makes you feel better, even if you do not want to admit it, that Steve is now taking this task off your shoulders. On the other hand, you love your children and can't bare to be seperated from them for too long.

Steve notices that you fall silent at his words and he steps closer, grabbing your hands tightly.

"You're the best mother on this planet and we can consider ourselves incredibly lucky to have you", Steve whispers, softly cupping your face before kissing your forehead. "You are the true superhero here."

"I sometimes really don't feel like it", you answer with a bit of despair in your voice, your two babys laughing in the background as they are already getting into the car on their own. Using the last few minutes you have before running late, you pull him into a tight hug, your arms wrapping around his waist while his are around your neck.

"I love you so much", he whispers into your hair, planting a few kisses there. "You're doing amazing. You've got this. Sometimes you just need to let the sidekick take over."

"Thank yo-"

"Mommy! Daddy!", James' voice interrupts your cute little moment, but before the two of you seperate, Steve steals a quick kiss from you.

"Alright, you need to get going or otherwise you'll be late", you giggle, following Steve out of the house after turning off all the lights and grabbing your bag, Sarge following your every step. You step to the back of the car and check if James and Grace are securely buckled in and then give both of them a kiss to the cheek.

"Have fun today and remember who's going to pick you up after?", you say, smiling as you watch both of them realize which day it is today.

"Uncle Bucky! Uncle Bucky!", both of them yell in unison, giggling. Waving goodbye, you close the door of the car and turn to Steve, who is ready to jump into the car.

"Take care and good luck for your meeting", Steve smiles at you, softly sneaking his hands around your waist to pull you closer and to give you a kiss one last time. However, he doesn't seem to want to stop anymore so you have to gently push him back.

"Mr. Rogers, I fear you're going to be late if you continue like this", you chuckle, caressing his cheek. "See you later. Take care. Love you."

"Love you, too. My superheroine", Steve winks, finally getting into the car and starting the engine. You watch as the car leaves and disappears around the next corner. Sighing, you do not even realize that you are not moving until Sarge begs for your attention. Smiling, you bend down and pat him.

"Oh Sarge, what would I do without all of you?"

[chloesolace]

I Can See You - Stephen Strange x Reader [Christmas Special]

summary: You are a student of the mystic arts, studying at the Sanctum Sanctorum under Doctor Strange's and Wong's guidance. You are nearing the end of your apprenticeship, and ready to celebrate at the Kamar-Taj Christmas party, yet your growing attraction to Stephen makes it hard to focus on much else (not even those delicious roasted almonds you love so much). When you sprain your ankle, and Stephen is there to offer his aid, you realize that his cold demeanor towards you might not be because of negative feelings after all.

pairing: Stephen Strange x Apprentice!Reader

word count: 3k

warnings: age gap

a/n: Merry Christmas everyone! This is another contribution to my Swift series <3 and a Christmas special. My next one shots will be accepted requests.

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And we kept everything professional But something's changed, it's something I like They keep watchful eyes on us So it's best that we move fast and keep quiet

You were standing in the hallway of the Sanctum Sanctorum, a book in your hand. Quietly humming the tune you were listening to through your earbuds, you browsed the pages. The Sanctum was quiet, with Wong away on some business and Stephen having barricaded himself in his study. Most days were like this, so you had to find ways to entertain yourself when Stephen or Wong did not bother you with magical training. 

You were in the last year of your apprenticeship and could call yourself a master of the mystic arts as soon as next year was only one week away. You had been looking forward to spending this month with Christmas activities, but had been met with extra work given to you by your fellow sorcerers. Although you were their apprentice, you had become more of a friend who was magically similarly powerful to them already, just in a different way.

As a natural witch, you had a certain affinity towards magic, yet the mystic arts were not the type of magic that was inherited and so you had had to work your way up the ladder just like any other student of Kamar-Taj had. 

You hadn't been to Kamar-Taj in ages, so you were very excited about the Christmas party that would take place later today. You would see your friends from your first year at the temple again. It was extremely exciting to properly socialize since Stephen barely paid attention to you outside of his lectures and assignments, and you barely knew anyone from this city; you had grown up in a remote town far away from New York.

You put the book back where it belonged and left the living area to climb the large staircase that dominated the foyer. Its railing had been decorated with lights that glowed in even intervals. 

“(y/n)!” You heard someone shout your name behind you, so you stopped in your tracks and turned around, tapping on your left earbud once so the music would stop. 

Stephen stood in front of you with his arms crossed in front of his chest and an annoyed expression on his face.

“Have you finished your paper on interdimensional threat elimination yet? Wong said he��s still waiting for your email.”

“Of course,” you replied, taking the earbuds out and dropping them into your pocket. “I wanted to send it to him just now.” You wanted to say how unnecessary it was to give you one last assignment that was due on Christmas, and a theory one at that, but you bit your tongue and swallowed the thought.

He hummed a response, cold gaze lingering on you while he seemed to think about your answer. Without another word, Stephen then turned on his heel and left for the kitchen, leaving you standing on the staircase. 

You sighed and continued towards your room. The way he spoke with you lately was getting on your nerves, and you realized how he could sometimes not even look at you. It stung, wondering how his opinion of you could have dropped this much, especially in regards to the secret feelings you harbored for the sorcerer.

You closed the door behind you when you reached your room, trying to forget the encounter you had just had. Your room was moderately sized, with antique furniture and a large golden mirror next to your king-sized bed, neatly made with green velvet bedding. 

To get into the Christmas spirit, you had decorated your room a little with some lights and a wreath, whose four thick candles were each lit, enchanted so they wouldn't extinguish or transfer the flame to any flammable object. 

You approached your desk in front of your window, letting yourself sink into the office chair in front of it. You had a good view of the business of Bleecker Street, so you observed for just a moment longer. There were many cars today, and people dressed in thick jackets that kept them safe from the falling snow, carrying presents in large bags or underneath their arms.

You smiled softly as you opened your laptop and quickly sent Wong and Stephen the PDF document. Normally, you would have gone over it again but today you really did not have the nerve or the motivation to do so. Besides, you had been done with it for almost a week already. 

After placing your earbuds back inside their case and leaving them on your nightstand, you exited your room, heading down the hall to Stephen's study. It was the first room next to the stairs, and its door was typically closed. Today was no exception. You knocked carefully and pushed it open a bit.

“Yes?” Stephen said without looking up, keeping his eyes firmly on the book he held in his hands.

You opened the door further and leaned against the doorframe, studying your mentor with a raised eyebrow. Sometimes, you wondered if he used his excessive research as a coping mechanism, as there was no way a single person could be so intertwined with their work.

“I sent you the email,” you informed him, your eyes resting on the book in his hands. “And I was wondering when you would want to meet downstairs for the Christmas party at Kamar-Taj.”

Stephen sighed, placing the book back onto the shelf. He turned to face you, his expression unreadable.

"Right, the Christmas party," he said. "Wong mentioned it.”

You narrowed your eyes slightly, trying to read him, realizing that he had forgotten all about it until now. You sighed, averting your gaze for a moment.

“You don't plan to attend?”

“I do not. It would be irresponsible of me to leave the Sanctum unattended on Christmas.” He walked around his desk and let himself fall into his chair, turning his PC on with a click of his mouse.

“The last time you went to a party was the full moon one two years ago,” you reminded him, crossing your arms in front of your chest.

He was about to reply when he stopped for a second, looking at you perplexed. “You remember that?”

“Either way,” you continued, ignoring his question as you placed one hand on his mahogany desk, “Wong said he'd make sure someone would be there to take care of the Sanctum. So if you want to come along, he and I will meet in the foyer at seven.”

Stephen looked up at you while his fingers ghosted over the keyboard of his PC, but you didn't give him time to answer as you turned and left his study, closing the door behind you.

It took you some time to get ready, and music could be heard coming from your room throughout it all. You had opted for a short red dress that sparkled in the light of your room. It was dark outside when you were done, and you were very thankful for the time spell put on Kamar-Taj today so that time zones did not matter. You couldn't imagine getting ready like this at eight in the morning.

You put on your heels, and grabbed your coat and a clutch before you left your room, locking it with your magic. The cold New York air caused goosebumps to appear on your legs; a window must have been opened somewhere. 

You descended the stairs, gripping the railing to steady yourself in the heels you wore, careful not to trip. A smile appeared on your face as you spotted Wong standing at the foot of the stairs. He was dressed elegantly, yet not overly so for a simple Christmas party.

“Will Stephen not be joining us?” he asked, blinking at you while scanning the stairs behind you in search of the other man. You merely shrugged your shoulders in response.

Before you could reply, Stephen emerged from the Sanctum library to your right and joined the two of you. He wore a white shirt and a tie, his hands hidden inside the pockets of his black trousers. A red scarf hung around his shoulders, and you immediately recognized the cloak of levitation’s pattern in the fabric.

“And here I thought you'd be spending most of the evening studying a tome,” you teased, looking up at him to meet his eye.

“Well, this party can also be seen as a celebration of you becoming a master of the mystic arts. What kind of mentor would I be if I didn't celebrate that?”

Wong shook his head, extending his arms to create a portal in the middle of the Sanctum’s foyer. It came alive in a frame of sparks, glistening yellow and bright, reflecting in the gemstone you were wearing around your neck. It had no magic, yet it complemented your eyes.

“(y/n) is more of a friend than an apprentice, Stephen. To both of us. You should not see this as an obligation.”

You pursed your lips as the awkward silence that followed, but Wong had only said the words out loud that you had been thinking the entire past weeks.

Stephen did not reply and you could not bring yourself to meet his eye, so you only offered Wong a faint smile before stepping through the portal. 

All three of you exited the portal in the heart of Kamar-Taj, where ancient buildings adorned with mystical symbols rose against the darkening sky. A warm, magical glow enveloped the surroundings as you entered the main building, greeted by practitioners of the mystic arts who were adorned in elaborate robes, mingled beneath enchanted decorations that turned the air into a cascade of glittering snowflakes. The aroma of exotic spices drifted through the air, and you immediately felt your mouth water. 

You navigated through the lively crowd, and your face lit up when you spotted old friends and mentors from your time at the temple. You immediately engaged in conversation with them, Stephen and Wong joining you. Each of you took a drink from a nearby floating tray, clinking your glasses. Wong seemed to be feeling particularly sociable, but Stephen did not say much, his gaze occasionally landing on you or his wine glass.

“Please excuse me,” Stephen said after a while, leaning towards your little group so he could be heard better against the loud music and vibrant chatter around you.

When he turned to leave, he accidentally brushed his hand against yours in the process, causing you to freeze for a second and meet his gaze. His bright blue eyes held you captive, and you swore you could hear the music fade in the background. Before you could react in any way, however, Stephen had already cleared his throat and maneuvered around you, downing his drink.

You looked after him, lips slightly parted, before Roslyn, a girl who had started her magical studies around the same time as you, snapped you back into reality. “You good, (y/n)?”

“Um, yeah,” you replied, smiling a little awkwardly when you looked at Wong, who had a faint grin on his lips. “What?” you asked, almost snapped, but Wong only raised his arms in defense.

“I didn’t say anything.”

You cleared your throat again, offering the gathered a smile before excusing yourself as well. You found your way to the buffet outside with flushed cheeks, set up in a place usually used for training. The air was cool but not cold enough to make you shiver. You smiled at the faces that were familiar to you and muttered a few greetings when people approached you.

The buffet was large, but your focus lay on a bowl with roasted almonds, which you had always loved since you were a little child. You took a smaller bowl and a spoon and put some almonds in yours before leaving the training area, popping one deliciously sweet almond into your mouth. As you were about to climb the flight of stairs leading back up to the main building, a drunk boy, who couldn't have been older than sixteen, bumped into you.

You tried to regain your balance, but you stepped onto the stone floor wrong, causing your ankle to twist at an awkward angle. Hissing, you held your ankle as a sharp pain shot through your leg. Your bowl of almonds had shattered on the ground next to you, and you stoically twirled your hand, using witchcraft to make the pieces disappear. The mystic arts required too much concentration and handwork at times, and your innate magic often came in handy.

“Watch where you’re going, dude!” you shouted, but the boy had already left. He probably did not even realize what happened.

You attempted to walk, but each step hurt more than the other, so you took your heels off and limped into the building. Shoes dangling from your right hand, you used the other to hold onto pillars and walls to stabilize yourself, trying to find a quiet spot. At this time, the library would be empty, and it was not far either.

With the aid of magic, you opened the heavy library door and let it fall shut behind you, exhaling deeply as the loud noises were muffled by the door. Cursing, you slowly walked over to an armchair nearby and sat down on it. Your heels landed on the floor, your hands both massaging the hurting ankle. You barely even registered the books that surrounded you, some of which were bound by chains. Back when you were studying in Kamar-Taj, you had always wondered about their contents, but now you could only focus on the pain.

“(y/n)?” You heard Stephen ask, lifting your head to see him appear from behind a bookshelf, brow raised. “Did you hurt yourself?”

“Some drunkard ran into me, and I think I sprained my ankle.” You leaned back in your seat, sighing as you cursed yourself for never having shown much interest in healing magic.

Stephen put the book in his hands aside and approached you. “Let me see,” he said calmly as he crouched down in front of you and lifted your ankle with his hands. You hissed at the sudden contact, the pain intensifying for a second. You sometimes forgot that he had been a surgeon before a sorcerer, so you watched as his skillful hands felt for any severe injury, occasionally causing you to wince in pain.

“It’s sprained,” he agreed, not waiting for a response. His hands began to glow in a faint yellow light, the healing warmth instantly relieving your stressed joint. As Stephen slowly worked on your ankle, your eyes locked. His hand traced gentle circles on your skin, and you weren’t sure whether this was required for the spell, but you did not protest, even finding yourself closing your eyes in response to his touch.

“You have a knack for finding trouble. I don’t think that’s ever going to change, is it?” He asked, a smile playing on his lips as you opened your eyes to meet his.

“A sprained ankle is hardly trouble, compared to the other things you had to keep up with these past two years,” you said, chuckling softly. He did not reply.

The pain ceased, and Stephen let go of your ankle. He rested his arm on his knee as you studied the injury, realizing that he had healed it completely.

“Thanks,” you said a little shyly, which even surprised you.

Not wanting the situation to turn into an awkward silence, you stood from your seat, causing him to do the same.

You were about to turn and leave, lips parted to say goodbye, when you noticed him staring at something above you. You followed his eyes and blushed deeply as you saw mistletoe floating in the air between you, surrounded by a golden shimmer.

Swallowing, you looked back at him, blushing deeper as you asked, “Are you doing this?”

You felt stupid because of how hopeful your voice sounded; it was hard to deny you liked him, but he had always been rather cold towards you, which was why you were so glad that Wong had always been so nice to you. If he only knew the way you saw him, you were sure he’d never speak to you again.

Stephen looked from the mistletoe to you, shaking his head slowly. “No, I'm not.”

Realizing that this must be some joke one of the other sorcerers was playing on you, you quickly excused yourself and apologized, turning to leave when his hand on your wrist stopped you.

You turned to look at him, your eyes wide in surprise.

“I didn't say you have to leave,” he whispered, his eyes briefly dropping to your lips. It was hard to breathe when you watched him inch closer towards you, giving you enough time to back away if you wanted to.

He raised his hand to touch your cheek gently, brushing some strands of hair out of your face before burying his fingers in your waves. Something had changed in the way he looked at you, and now that you thought about it, it had changed a while ago already. Precisely around the time he had started acting colder towards you.

Stephen was so close now that you could see the small dark speckle in his blue eyes, something you had never really noticed before. You held your breath as you saw him pull away, conflict written all over his face.

It was your turn to hold onto his wrist, making him look at you. You didn’t know what encouraged you to press your lips against his, but as it happened, you wrapped your arms around his shoulders to pull him close. You felt him tense against you; he had not anticipated your boldness, but soon he melted into the kiss, holding you by the small of your back.

As you pulled away, you smiled up at him, only to realize that the mistletoe had disappeared, but Stephen placed a hand on your cheek and directed your gaze back to him.

“Merry Christmas, (y/n),” he said, his voice barely above a whisper. You saw how your red lipstick had stained his own lips. With a small smile, Stephen leaned in again, capturing your lips in another lingering kiss. The soft glow of your magic enveloped you both, creating an aura of enchantment in the quiet corner of the mystical library. It was in involuntary response to his touch; emotions guiding sorcery. As he pulled away, he met your gaze, and there was a newfound warmth in his eyes, a spark of something unspoken yet profound. 

I can see you in your suit and your necktie Passed me a note saying, "Meet me tonight" Then we kissed and you know I won't ever tell

[inkblot-inc]

A Trip Around The Sun

Summary: From the RCD Universe; It's been a year since you and Wanda made things official, so who doesn't love a little anniversary somethin' somethin'?

Pairing: Jeweler!Wanda Maximoff x Metalworker!Reader

Warning(s): There's smut in this one so just to be sure: This is 18+ ONLY so MINORS DNI. Fingering (w receiving), oral sex (w recieving). The sex aside, this one's pretty sappy overall. I don't even think there's that much language in this one, bud.

Note(s): What better way to break in 2024 than with a little sweetness between two of my favorites? Granted this would have gone up yesterday had my power not gone out after coming home from my vacation, but ah well, we're here now. I hope y'all enjoy this one :3

Word Count: well into 2.7k baybee

*squints* I give NO ONE permission to repost or translate my work. Make your own shit!

Tonight was you and Wanda's one year anniversary and you wanted to leave with enough time to get home before Wanda and get changed for the plans you arranged tonight.

Wanda had been texting you as much as she could throughout the day in addition to packing your favorite for lunch. The texts had started out innocent and then got progressively heavier with innuendos later in the day. Needless to say, you were all but ready to finally see your girl.

You just finished cleaning up your station for the evening, making sure everything was powered off and in its proper place for when you come in the day after tomorrow. Before you walked out of the shop, you stopped in Logan's office as per usual. You walked in to see him going through papers. Inventory reports from what you were able to catch.

Logan looks up from his work, "Leaving early?"

You can't help the smile that blooms on your face as you answer. "Yeah, it's mine and Wanda's anniversary tonight. Wanted to take her out for the night, I even got reservations for seven."

Logan simply nods along with your explanation. "Where are you takin' her?"

There's a bit of hesitance in your voice as your eyes focus more on the older man's desk. "Carnivora Snow. She's never been, I don't think, But I think it'd be nice."

Logan doesn't respond for a good minute, before you wind up looking back at him. Logan sets down his paperwork. "Well, say hi for me, bub. And have a good night." His voice is just a little bit less gruff than usual.

Your smile is smaller but doesn't lose its warmth. "That's the plan."

After you leave Logan's office and close the door behind you, he just sits there for a second to have a moment to himself.

------

It's 4:45 PM when you get home, and the first thing you do is go to shower and change clothes. You change into a black form-fitting suit; nothing egregious, but definitely formal enough to fit the occasion. You leave the top two buttons of your gray button-down shirt undone and wear a few silver rings to accessorize. You take your time to get the look just right since you're the first one home from work.

It's 5:30PM when Wanda gets in from work, your interaction is brief seeing as you both wanted to make it to your reservations on time. You mainly stuck to quick banter about your work days as you both finished getting ready to leave.

Wanda comes out of her personal room wearing a merlot red off-shoulder gown, with a silver piece of jewelry that mimics a tied neck for the dress. You realize that it disappears under said dress as well. Before your curiosity distracts you, you realize that it's 6:20PM and that you'll make your reservation with just enough time. After a brief deliberation, you opt to drive to the restaurant in Wanda's car rather than in your truck.

------

Carnivora Snow is a Restaurant in New York that is well on its way to getting a Michelin star. With its reservation list almost always filled, you had to pull a few strings you hadn't used in a while to get seating for the two of you tonight, but it was more than worth it.

Both of you were having a wonderful time so far, with Wanda ordering Honey Garlic Salmon while you had the Chicken Kyiv this time around.

It was clear you both were enjoying yourselves, not just in terms of company, but food as well. Particularly when she noticed how quickly you were polishing your plate. "That good, huh?"

You swallowed the bite of food in your mouth before answering her, "I swear they snuck crack in this Chicken, Wands. The mashed potatoes are really good too,"

She smiled at your sheepish reply, "Do you mind if I try some?" You shook your head as you pushed your plate in Wanda's direction.

After cutting a piece of her own and trying it, she hummed in approval as her eyes lit up. "That's delicious,"

"Right? It's gotta be crack." Wanda laughed at the fake suspicion in your voice. Her food was quite good as well, but she made a note to herself to order this the next time she came here as she cut herself another piece. Wanda continued to laugh freely as you idly chatted over dinner and exchanged bites of the other's entrees.

You both split the cost when the check came, but you got up to go the restroom while you were waiting. You passed the Teppanyaki-style section of the restaurant on your way back, seeing two chefs in the front preparing food in front of other guests before you caught sight of another female chef in the back.

You met eyes with said chef before her eyes widened slightly. You see her talk to one of the other cooks before going through a side door to meeting you out on the floor.

The woman moved the blonde whisps peeking through her hat, surprise still settling into her features. "You're really here. Part of me thought you wouldn't show..."

You raised a brow with a teasing smile, "I contacted you, 'Lena"

She nods, more to herself than anything. "I know, it's just...been a minute you know?"

You completely understood, it's been a busy few months because of the holiday season after all. "Logan says hey, by the way."

Yelena's answering smile is more sincere, "Well 'hey' to the old man. Anyways, how have you been? You said you were bringing your lady friend here with you."

You grinned at the mere mention of Wanda. "I did I did, she's still at our table. I'll introduce you before we leave."

After a second, your bright smile turns into a somber one. "How is she?"

Yelena's smile also dims, "Busy. Quiet.... She usually throws herself into her work this time of year. There's all the events coming after the holidays for her to plan and plan."

You nod as you try not to think too hard on what you heard. It was around this time that year too... "Well, I'll see you in a minute, we'll be at the front to finish paying" You squeeze Yelena's shoulder with your hand before you turn to walk back to your table.

Yelena simply watches your back before going back to let her workers know she'd be gone for another ten minutes.

---

Wanda is gathering her bag when you come back, "Are we all set to go?"

She stands up to meet you with the check in her hand. "Yes we are. Was there a line at the bathroom?"

You take Wanda's hand in yours as you both walk to the front of the restaurant "it was a bit of a line, yeah. but there's someone I want you to meet before we go."

By the time the both of you get to the register, Yelena is there waiting for you. You gesture towards the blonde, "'Lena, this is my girlfriend, Wanda Maximoff. Wanda, this is my childhood friend, Yelena Belova. She also happens to own this establishment."

Yelena offers her hand to Wanda, who gladly takes it. "It's a pleasure to meet Y/n's instantly better half. They are very lucky to have you," she turns to you, "You are very lucky to have her,"

You roll your eyes at Yelena's teasing smirk as Wanda chuckles at her remark. "I don't need you to tell me that, I am highly aware."

Wanda rubs your arm in a overly soothing gesture, "We're both lucky, darling."

You lightly groan in fake irritation, "I regret this already." Both of them continue to joke at your expense, and you can't help but be relieved that they seemed to get along rather quickly.

After they exchanged phone numbers, you said your goodbyes actually getting a rare hug out of Yelena along with a promise to meet up again soon.

When You and Wanda left the restaurant, you give Wanda your suit jacket to avoid the brisk night air.

Wanda gratefully puts it on as you both make your way to her car. "Yelena seems really nice, honey. She reminds me of one of my work colleagues."

You open the car door for her before getting in yourself. "Yeah? She can be a bit much, but we're locked in like this," You crossed your fingers with one hand. "We met in middle school, so she's basically family anyway,"

"I bet the both of you were trouble together,"

"Eh, you'd win that bet," You chuckle to yourself as Wanda takes your free hand in her lap on the ride back home while you told recalled some of the things you got into (and sometimes paid for) with your oldest childhood friend.

------

About halfway home, the energy in the car was different. As the troublemaker stories petered out, the more the both of you were focused on each other. The moment the two of you got back home from Carnivora Snow, the atmosphere was charged with intention.

The two of you were almost glued together as you made your way to the master bedroom. Wanda only separated from you long enough to go around the opposite side of the bed to undress, albeit slowly. You're admittedly less graceful while undressing in comparison to Wanda's slow striptease. Your impatience brought you around to Wanda's side of the bed just as she took off her shoes. You grasped at Wanda's borrowed jacket to feel more of her skin, and you watched it flush as your lips went from her face to her neck. The silky cloth could hardly compare.

"You look so beautiful tonight, doll," Your hands rest on Wanda's hips as her own reach up to unzip the back of her dress, and your eyes stay on hers in the full-length mirror across from the two of you as your lips stay level with her shoulder. "Y'know, I couldn't keep my eyes off of you at dinner..."

Wanda's smirk held nothing but mischief as she turned to look at you briefly, "Is that right?"

Wanda got the zipper about halfway done before you took it upon yourself to pull it the rest of the way down, the material going slack on her body. "Mhm, but now I don't have to even try to keep my hands off of you."

Your eyes enjoyed everything about the view; Along with more exposed goosebumps, the body jewelry Wanda wore for tonight was fully visible, the fine silver innocently clasped around her neck draped over her chest and caressed just under her breasts. With Wanda's stiff peaks coming through the thin tassels, the piece flattered her figure more than you thought anything could.

You let the fabric pool on the floor and ran your hands under the jewels to knead Wanda's breasts. A sigh left Wanda's mouth as she leaned back onto your front. You took the opportunity to pinch her nipple, making her moan from the sudden sensation.

Wanda takes her other hand to turn your face to look at her. "I need more, detka."

You tweak Wanda's nipple harder, making her cry out before running your free hand down from her hip to her navel before going under Wanda's lacey underwear.

You lift your head to meet Wanda's ear, "Just relax for me, I'll make you feel good baby. Promise."

Your index and middle fingers gathered some of Wanda's slick before they made contact with her clit and started to massage the bundle of nerves. Wanda's moans began to mix with each other as she squirmed under your hold, her eyes fluttering shut.

You pressed lightly on Wanda's clit making her gasp and open her eyes again. "Ah ah, I want you to watch me, doll."

Wanda's eyes gazed at the two of you in the mirror as your fingers went further until they sunk into her fully, curling inside.

You pumped your fingers in and out of Wanda's wetness at a steady pace, making her arch into your hand in search of more friction. "Harder, please! I've been waiting for this all night,"

You can't help but oblige as you push your fingers to go deeper, even adding a third finger to stretch Wanda out more. "Yeah? this is what you wanted, baby?"

"Yes yes yes! Just like that! God, you feel so good," Wanda's voice borders on breathless as she becomes like putty in your hands, her eyes half-lidded as she keeps her eyes on the two of you.

You pull Wanda to sit down with you on the end of the bed on your lap, as you continue to fuck her with your fingers, your thumb rubbing her clit to bring her closer to her high. Wanda cries out as you start moving your fingers at a feverish pace while continuing to knead her breast with your other hand.

You put your lips to her ear again, "Are you gonna cum for me, doll?" Wanda nods her head rapidly before you pull your fingers out of her making her groan at the lost feeling.

You lift your hand covered with Wanda's slick for her to see, "Look at the mess you were making all over my hand, Wandy." She watches you as you bring the soaked digits to your mouth to suck them clean.

Before Wanda can completely lose her high though, you move her to lay down on the bed fully while you settle below her on your stomach. You snag a pillow to place under her waist for comfort. Wanda's legs settle on your shoulders as your mouth becomes level with her pussy. While your arms hook around Wanda's thighs, you keep a thumb pressed to her clit while you eat her out. It doesn't take her long to get right back to where she ached to be.

"I'm cumming, baby, I'm cumming!" Your other hand holds her entrance open as your tongue chases her release with her. Wanda's hips spasm in your hold as you continue to help her through her orgasm.

You lift your head to look up at Wanda, hair long since falling out of the updo she carefully placed it in, the auburn tresses spread out on the sheets around her. You carefully move out from underneath Wanda to join her at the top of the bed.

Both of you finally took the time to catch your breath again, tremors continued to pulse through her still.

after laying down for a while, you untangled yourself from Wanda before sitting up. "I'm gonna get the shower going so the water can heat up, Alright?"

Wanda nodded with a lazy smile as you pressed a kiss to her forehead before getting out of the bed. She lightly grabbed your wrist, "I'm going to need you to carry to the bathroom though."

---

With the two of you showered and dressed for bed, your hand rested on Wanda's thigh as Wanda pulled up I Love Lucy on the TV. With Wanda's head on your chest, her hand toying with the hem of your wife beater. It was a peaceful, lulling atmosphere as the two of you enjoyed your shared space.

"Y/n, sweetie," Wanda's eyes stay on the show, and you can hear Wanda swallow before she speaks up. "I wanted to ask if you'll come to Fashion Week with me."

You move your head to look at Wanda properly. New York Fashion Week was in a little over a week from now, and you were prepared to stay home again. Wanda puts very little of her private life in the public eye, preferring to keep the two separate. With how naturally nosy people are, it makes sense to want that boundary.

A small smile forming on your face as you rubbed one of her shoulders to soothe the nerves you could already feel cropping up. "You really want me to go?"

"Mhm, I want you there with me. I barely got through our phone calls without caving and having you come down last year. It scares me a little that I've gotten so attached to you in what feels like so little time. I just-... I feel better with you beside me."

You leaned down to gently press your lips to Wanda's. "I'll gladly go with you then, Wanda." Your lips caressed each other again before you separated with both of your heads still resting on each other.

A smile grew on Wanda's face to match your own. "Happy anniversary, Y/n."

Happy anniversary, Wanda."

[kaunis-sielu]

Garden Witch: 2

Bucky is back in a week. A large smile on his face,

“Hey Doll.”

“Bucky. Welcome back.”

“The plan is going so much better than I expected. He’s been telling everyone he’s got an admirer. So I’m gonna need a new bouquet. Do whatever you want.”

“Okay.” You tell him with a laugh, “how about rhododendron, buttercups and some white cyclamen.”

“Whatever you think is gonna look good Doll.” He says shoving his hands into his pockets.

“So the cyclamen is separation, rhododendron is a warning and buttercups are childishness.”

“Perfect.” He says with a grin and you roll your eyes fondly at him. You gesture for him to follow you back to your flowers then get to work on the bouquet.

“Can I see your magic again?”

“You’d want to?”

“If you don’t mind.” He says shoving his hands into his pockets. It’s oddly sweet that he wants to see your magic again, on purpose this time.

“Why don’t I show you something a little different?” You ask before leading him to the back of your greenhouse. There’s an empty pot, or so it seems, you’d planted some daisy seeds in there earlier because you needed them for an upcoming wedding. You use your magic to pull the flowers gently out of the seeds, growing them in seconds rather than weeks and when you look over at Bucky he has a look of awe on his face.

“Could you weaponize that?”

“Probably. But I don’t see why I would want to.”

“Being connected to me is dangerous. I want to know that you can protect yourself if you need to.”

“Oh.” You’re touched by his concern, but also a little confused. You’re no more connected to Bucky than you are any other customer. “I should be just fine.” You tell him as you begin on the bouquet for him. When it’s finished you hand it off to Bucky and he studies you for a second.

“I think I need another bouquet.”

“Oh, okay for Sam?”

“No, I’d like it to say I like you, I would like to take you on a date.”

“Ah, so romantic feelings?”

“Yes please.”

“How about just different colored roses. I’m assuming you want them to know what the flowers mean?”

“I do.” He agrees so you pull a few red roses, a few pink and a few black for some drama then after putting it together give it to him.

“I won’t take free this time.” He warns as you walk back into your shop and you laugh softly.

“Okay, okay.” You charge him for the flowers, he pays and then with a smile heads out of the shop. You’re about to go back to the greenhouse again when the door opens and Bucky comes stalking back into your shop, bouquet in his hand and determination on his face.

“Is everything okay?”

“These are for you.” He says handing you the rose bouquet, “and I’d like to know if you’d go out with me next Saturday.” You blink at him for a second before a smile crosses your face.

“I’d love to.” You tell him taking the flowers from him, “thank you for the flowers.”

“Of course my little flower witch.” He says with an easy grin and a wink. “I can pick you up here?”

“Perfect. Seven?”

“Six thirty?” He counters and you laugh then nod,

“Six thirty.”

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The Perfect Moment

A/N: Foggy Nelson in a Christmas sweater is the true reason I wrote this.

Type: Foggy Nelson x Reader; fluff; comfort; Christmas time

Length: 5.5k~ | 25 min.

Warnings: suggestive sexual thoughts; cursing; female reader

Feel free to message me if a warning isn't mentioned.

Summary: You have it all planned out. The perfect place, the perfect time, the perfect words. But someone else has their own agenda for how things will go down.

The faucet squeaks with a turn of the handle. Shaking your hands in the sink, you swipe your face with the leftover moisture, before grabbing the hand towel. Leveling with your reflection for a moment, you heave a sigh and flick the bathroom light off as you exit.

As you step back into your bedroom, the muffled swoosh of the front door and the faint jingle of keys signify the return of your husband. You move to the closet, chuckling as you hear Foggy singing to himself down the hall.

When Foggy finally appears in the doorway, he finds you draping different options of shirts across your bedspread with a critical eye.

"Whaddya think?" In lieu of a greeting, Foggy pinches a large navy sweater up to his shoulders, allowing you to take in the detailed portrait stitched on the front.

Your eyes flit first over embroidered Christmas lights around the neckline and bordering the trim. Then, they narrow at the off-centered Santa Claus driving a sleigh, his head tipped back and his round cheeks cherry red.

You tilt your head.

In one glove, Santa holds the reins to the twelve famous reindeer who are all crammed onto the sweater, their stitched eyes wide and slighty frantic looking. Santa's other hand holds up a large stein of beer proudly above his head. Half-hearted snowflakes dot the empty remainder of the sweater, peppering the sleeves as well.

You raise an eyebrow at the ugliest Christmas sweater you've ever seen.

"If there's a contest, you're definitely going to win." You settle on your response, watching Foggy's proud grin transform into a snarky, scrunched up retort.

"Joke's on you. This one's yours." He tosses the atrocious sweater at you, causing you to drop the v-neck in your hands just in time to catch it with your face.

You huff, pulling the suprisingly soft material down and giving Foggy your best attempt at a glare.

He grins and crosses the bedroom to greet you properly. Pulling you in by the waist and pecking your lips twice, the second kiss always lingers as he draws back, refamiliarizing his tongue with your taste.

You hum, meeting his fond eyes with a smile despite yourself. The way this man was impossible to stay annoyed with, was irritating in itself. But of course, you rarely were given a legitimate reason to be angry with your romantic and incorrigibly corny husband who thought his life endeavor was to make you laugh until milk came out your nose.

Foggy reveals his other arm, holding up a second sweater, significantly more red, between your proximity. 

"Don't worry, mine is worse."

"Is it? Lemme see." You challenge, but he dodges your attempt and holds the balled up sweater above his head.

"Just trust me!" He uses his height to his advantage, and with his free hand shoves you away while laughing at your attempt to grab the Rudolph-red sweater.

"Why on earth would I do that, Nelson?" You grab his wrist with your left arm, then jump at him, only succeeding in knocking him back a few feet. His arms drop to your waist instinctively, ready to break your fall if you go down with him.

Foggy manages to catch himself, and with you now trapped in his full embrace, he ducks his head towards you, brushing noses.

"Because I'm your husband, Mrs. Nelson."

"Mmhm. That excuse wouldn't hold up in court."

"Sure it would." He steals a kiss.

You grab his chin and steal another before allowing him to break from you.

Foggy brushes past to his side of the closet, protecting the sweater against his side. You allow him to pass, but your gaze tracks his movements like a subconscious ritual to appreciate today's chosen court attire.

The deep raven suit he wore today accentuates the expanse of his shoulders and complements his figure well. It leaves little to the imagination where the image of a powerful, cut-throat lawyer is concerned. It's exhilarating and slightly intimidating when you remember your husband's job is to dominate the courtroom with graceful intelligence and a silver tongue. You've seen him in court a handful of times and are glad you have been spared being on the receiving end of his ruthless wit. At times you even struggle to reconcile the two images, one of the fierce lawyer who will shred the opposition's argument in the pursuit of justice, and your husband, who insists on cuddling under one blanket and gets teary every time the heroes prove victorious in a movie he's seen no less than a dozen times.

It's especially hard to picture such a stern figure when Foggy texts you in the middle of the day that he's coming home with the perfect Christmas sweaters for tonight's family party and insists you will wear them with him or suffer his "wrath". (Wrath here, meaning Foggy will refuse to hug or kiss you for a good hour, before he himself forgets and leans in for a kiss, then gets confused why you burst out laughing).

Foggy crouches down to pull open a low drawer and snatches up some jeans. He tosses them on the bed, then proceeds to shed his jacket first with practiced care, hanging it up in the closet. His gold wedding band flashes under the bedroom light as he loosens his tie with harsh tugs before pulling it from his exposed collar. Next, he unbuttons his cufflinks to roll up the sleeves and unclasps the gold anniversary watch on his wrist.

Such mundane actions, yet your eyes are riveted to every movement. Damn, your husband was hot.

"Honey." Foggy's tone alerts you to the fact he must have already been talking for awhile. Finding his gaze already on you, and the smirk rising beneath it, confirms your guess.

Honestly, you didn't care if he teased you for how often you got worked up whenever he went to court dressed in his finest attire. He certainly didn't mind either, reaping the benefits just as well.

"Yeah?" You clear your throat and hope the desire fades with it. In a few hours you would be in a room full of his family members. The last thing on your mind should be what you'd like to do to this Nelson in particular. You stare at your laid out options on the bed, if only to disguise the side-eyeing of his large hands now unbuckling the leather belt at his waist.

Foggy snorts, but doesn't call you out on your shameless ogling. "I asked if you had any trouble with the casserole?"

"Oh, no." You shake the events of today back into the forefront of your mind. "Yeah, I didn't have any trouble with it. The recipe Aunt Susan gave was pretty straightforward."

You quirk your lips to the side, biting on them slightly. "Hopefully it's good, though. I've never made it before."

"I'm sure it tastes amazing. You're more than capable of bringing a man to his knees with the meals you've cooked before."

You snort, now facing your husband again as he tugs up the pair of jeans.

"You do that when we order takeout. So that doesn't count."

Foggy grabs the the allegedly "uglier" sweater and pulls it over his face. His arms lift above his head as they blindly search for the sleeves and his happy trail down his stomach is revealed from the upward motion. With his vision obscured beneath layers of festive red, you ogle him shamelessly, only turning back to choosing some black leggings for your outfit when his head pops up.

"I stand by my statement, because it's true." He says. You lift a quizzical brow at him, doing your best to feign innocence. However, the need is useless and your retort is forgotten when you see his sweater is indeed much worse.

If one could imagine a party full of drunk elves tearing down Santa's workshop while toys on tables are ablaze, and Mrs. Santa throws copious amounts of "snow" onto the elves, they would be halfway there to how horrible the image truly was. To think someone spent hours stitching such a scene by hand was diabolical.

"You weren't kidding."

"No, I wasn't." Foggy raises a brow at you, knowing he was right all along. He brushes past your figure, smacking your ass lightly on his way past.

"C'mon, I'll go try it now and it'll blow me away."

"Yeah, okay." You roll your eyes at his enthusiasm over a mere casserole.

With the addition of the sweater covering up whatever shirt you choose, you grab the nearest one, a pink v-neck, and change into the deep blue Christmas sweater. You find your favorite winter leggings, thick but not constricting. The sweater is large enough to swallow your arms and fall to your thighs.

You exhale, relieved, then glance up and find Foggy in the doorway, his expression soft as he waits for you. If heart eyes could be personified, it would be defined soley by the way Foggy looks at you.

Your cheeks prickle beneath the unadulterated affection in his eyes, so you move forward, exiting the bedroom before either of you start something that would make you very late to the annual Nelson family Christmas party.

Foggy releases a long, drawn-out moan that escalates in pitch. His head tilts back, eyes shut tight as he savors the bite melting in his mouth.

When he comes back to reality, straightening his posture and opening his eyes, he finds you trying your best to judge him for his theatrics, but failing miserably to hide your amused smile held between your teeth.

"Honey." He puts the fork in the sink, then grabs your face in both hands and smashes his mouth to yours.

You exclaim into his mouth, but accept his enthusiastic kiss of approval.

"Sweetheart, this is perfect. It tastes just like Aunt Susan's." Foggy eyes the dish before opening up the utensil drawer and grabbing a new fork to scoop up another bite.

He hums, shaking his head.

"Dare I say," he whispers lowly, "It may be better than Aunt Susan's." He jabs a finger at you, swallowing the last of his bite.

"But under no circumstances will you ever tell her I said that. Unless you want to see your husband served on a silver platter with Christmas dinner."

You taste the remnants of the dish from his kiss and though you never tried the actual meal despite cooking it yourself, you trust his judgement, biased husband that he is.

"I'll take your secret to the grave." You swear, breaking into giggles as Foggy grabs you, peppering your face with kisses for the hell of it.

"Alright. Let's go before I change my mind and keep this casserole to myself. We gotta train to catch."

The rocking of the subway train is rhythmic, broken only by sporadic jerks and bumps that send you knocking into Foggy's chest. Your eyes watch the stations blur past the windows, until your vision starts to swim and you switch to people watching instead. But with each stop, more and more travelers shove their way into the car, shouting on phones, talking and laughing with friends, or coughing and sneezing from the brutal winter above ground. Your eyes dart up to Foggy's face, his absent gaze straight ahead as you feel more than hear the faint hum of a Christmas carol vibrating from his chest. You frown as the train jerks forward again. The harsh lights of the traincar flicker and buzz. The doors open and in flood more commuters, but this time, an acrid smell best left unidentified hits you like a brick wall. You huff, harshly gritting your teeth.

You swallow carefully, though the train doesn't help as it jerks forward again at an unforgiving speed, bouncing over the tracks with the weight of a full car of people. Your gloved fingers fall on Foggy's thick winter trenchcoat. Biting your lip in consternation, you finally manage to undo the top five buttons, down to his stomach.

Slinking your arms under his armpits, within the confines of his jacket you press your nose into the center of Foggy's chest, closing your eyes and inhaling his familiar musk and sweet apple cologne he wore for the party. The material of his sweater scratches your nose but you only step closer, until your body is pressed against his. You squeeze his waist with your arms. Foggy's grip remains on the handle above your heads while his other hand holds the insulated tote that carries the casserole. He drops a kiss onto the top of your head and shuffles one of his boots slightly between your stance.

As close as you can be, you close your eyes and take deep slow breaths into Foggy's chest, feeling the vibrations of your favorite Christmas carol when he resumes his humming.

"Franklin!" No less than ten people, similar not only in facial features but enthusiasm to your husband, chorus their welcome once Foggy pries open the door to Nelson's Meats.

"Patty! Theo! Ma! Aunt Susan! Un- ah, forget it. There's like a hundred of you." Foggy calls back, arms wide open as his family members rush forward to envelope him into the fold.

By no means are you left behind. Now a resident Nelson for two years, the relatives are just as eager to see you. A line forms as each member hugs you tight, grips you by the shoulders and asks questions varying from "How the hell are ya?" "How's the old ball and chain, heh?" "Franklin is behaving himself, right dear?" "You look so damn beautiful, sweetheart. How the hell did Franklin convince you to choose him?" "Is Franklin treating you right? Cuz if not, I know a guy..."

You wave off Uncle Sean with a laugh. "Yes, yes. He's good. He's perfect." You beam as the elderly man purses his lips in disbelief, before breaking into his own smile and a wink.

"Welcome back, sweetheart! I missed you at brunch this past Sunday." Anna greets you at last, leaning in to hug you with a kiss to the cheek.

"Hello, Anna." You smile, always amazed at how you earned the affection, and slight favoritism, of Foggy's mother. You remember being terrified of her when you first met, but now, you truly feel at home and the most comfortable by her side at these events.

"I'm sorry again I couldn't make it." Anna huffs, waving your apology away like a bad smell.

"Don't apologize, dear! I'm sure you caught that nasty stomach bug going around. Half the family got it the week before last. I'm just glad you're feeling better." She squeezes your arms. "How's work? How's that project you were busy with? Is that asshat of a boss still giving you a hard time? You know, Foggy could probably do something about that, being a big fancy lawyer and all."

You chuckle. "I'm sure he would if he could. He's even offered to step in a few times. But I'm okay, really. The project is almost finished and then things won't be so tense at work." You explain, easing Anna's worried frown bit by bit.

"Alright, dear. I'll take your word for it. But don't wear yourself out!" She gives your shoulders a good, firm shake. You nod, blinking away the dizzying effect it has on your vision.

You turn your head, looking for your husband, and find him already across the room, engaged in an animated, hand-waving, rambunctious conversation with his dad, brother, and two male cousins.

You love the image of Foggy in his natural environment, perfectly at ease amongst family. His personality, sometimes too much for the outside world, is met with the same energy within the shop's walls. He gestures with the hand not holding a drink and pulls exaggerated faces as he tells a story, no doubt about a court case. His cheeks are flushed, his eyes alight, and his long blond hair is slowly losing the gelled hold it had from his work day, strands of it falling between his bright eyes and brushing his rosy cheeks. Theo tugs on a handful of hair brushing Foggy's shoulder with some comment you vaguely make out to be 'Who is copying whose hair style?'.

A hand presses into your shoulder and you turn back around to find Anna, Aunt Susan and Rachel, another inducted Nelson by marriage only a few months ago, standing before you. Anna holds out a cup, which you accept.

"Try the eggnog. Rachel made it from scratch!" She boasts. Rachel nods her affirmation. You lift the cup to your lips.

"It has a slight kick to it. My family usually adds double the rum." Rachel warns.

You freeze. Then, before they notice your hesitation, you tilt the cup upwards. As soon as the thick substance touches your lips you feign a swallow. You lower the cup, allowing them to see the evidence on your lips before licking it away. Even that small amount, you taste the spice of the drink and hum your genuine appreciation.

"It is good." You praise. Anna's eyes flicker from your hand gripping the cup to your face.

"Well drink up, then! There's plenty of it to go around." Anna turns abruptly, catching mischief from the corner of her eye.

"Aiden! Don't touch that table, young man!" She shakes her head, charging after the three year old who waits until she's close before dashing off with a croissant in hand.

"How was the casserole? I hope it was easy to follow." Aunt Susan asks, turning your attention back to her.

You reassure her it was and the conversation flows from there, spreading organically from member to member of the family. You make your way around the room, greeting everyone and catching up, all the while nursing your eggnogg at your chest.

You eye the trashcan in the corner, then look around the room for any sign of Rachel or Anna.

In your search, you find Foggy again, still talking with the same people, although now one or two more have joined the exchange of work stories. Foggy is actively engaged in whatever woes of work his cousin Pete, is sharing when Lucy, a four-year-old, runs into Foggy's frame and latches onto his leg.

She starts calling for her uncle's attention, but Foggy doesn't respond, nodding along to Pete's story. You watch as Foggy lays a hand over Lucy's head, smoothing back her hair a few times. At the first break in conversation, he stoops down with the enthusiasm of seeing a long lost friend, no sign of annoyance at her interruption to be found.

"Yes, sweatpea! How can your favorite Uncle Foggy help you?" A string of protests from the men around him cause Foggy to scoop up the giggling girl and take a significant step away.

She grabs his cheek, pulling his head into her. He offers his ear, leaning into her grasp so she can "whisper" what she wants. Foggy's eyes go wide, he gasps, and bounces the girl in his arms.

"You can absolutely say hi to your aunt! Should we find her?" Foggy drops his voice to a dramatic whisper. "I'll give you a hint. Look for the most beautiful woman in the room."

Cheek to cheek, their faces scan the room, features alarmingly similar. You're already blushing when their eyes find your face. Foggy makes a show of waving you over and you huff, self-conscious under the eyes of the awaiting group, but happily weave through the room to their side.

Lucy shouts for you in glee when you arrive, diving from Foggy's arms to yours. You catch her, laughing and forgetting your shyness as the little girl begins to catch you up on all her play time escapades.

When you get a chance to speak, you shift her to lower her down. She begins to protest, but you place her down regardless. You hold her hand instead, crouching down to her eye level. Still holding the cup, you offer your eggnog to Foggy.

"Rachel made this. You should try it." You say. Foggy accepts it without question, sipping it heartily and nodding.

"Nice kick to it." He hums and downs the rest of it.

You exhale, relieved to have not wasted the drink and turn back to the little girl with a sweet smile to continue her story.

"Then what happened, princess?"

Dinner is called within the hour and everyone gathered in the too small butcher shop begins to work in sync. Some members grab the crockpots and dishes off the tables while others shift the tables into the center of the room. In minutes, four long tables are lined end to end down the center of the shop and fold out chairs are dragged up along each side. The food is replaced on top and everyone finds a seat, marveling at the buffet of food and thanking those who made it.

Foggy's hand rests on your thigh beneath the table, the other hand holding his fork which half the time is used for it's intended purpose, the other half of the time used to point accusingly at someone misrepresenting him in a childhood tale.

You take careful bites of your food, happy to finally be seated. The packed shop, with the generated heat of dozens of bodies in winter clothing and unintentional bumping into one another, made sweat begin to prickle beneath the neckline of your already heavy sweater. Although you loved the enthusiasm and energy of the Nelsons, sometimes it felt like you were all packed like sardines within this tiny storefront.

Now that everyone was a little more organized and seated at the table, it didn't feel quite as overwhelming. Even still, sweat continues to spread under your armpits and bead at your temples. Your head slightly throbs with the multiple passionate voices competing in volume to be heard the loudest. Your stomach rumbles, the lack of sustenance throughout the day starting to take effect.

You take another bite of mashed potatoes. Your stomach twists and it's all you can do to swallow. You grab your cup of water, chugging it down to the halfway point.

Conversation continues to flow around you, Foggy's own hand squeezing your thigh absentmindedly whenever he starts to get excited.

You inhale. Exhale. Your eyes dart over the table's spread, searching for something lighter than the meat and potatoes on your plate to eat, despite having barely touched either.

Instead you find Anna's gaze already on you and suppress a jump. You drop your head down and make a show of stabbing some ham, asparagus and corn onto your fork and taking the massive bite.

Even as the flavors sting your tongue and you force your lips to close around the fork, you know you've made a mistake. Anna is no longer watching you, but it's too late to spit out your food. That would be rude, and you didn't want to give anyone the wrong idea.

You curl your toes in your shoes, press your fingernails into your palms, and swallow.

You count through gritted teeth.

One, two, three...

"Let's get the dish of the night out here!" Foggy's father exclaims.

The table erupts into praises as Anna half-heartedly waves away the attention as she moves her chair back to stand.

"Alright, alright. Nobody needs to lose their shit." Her eyes twinkle when the kids gasp at the curse word and giggles break out among them.

In seconds, she returns with a glorious roast of turkey draped in a maple glaze, sprigs and dried fruit. The pungent aroma of sizzling meat and decadant sweetness drifts over the table. It smells delicious, to a degree, until the smell continues to grow stronger and stronger. Past the point of appetizing and bulldozing straight to nauseating.

Unfortunately, it's the nail in your coffin.

Your eyes grow wide. Your stomach lurches. Bile climbs up your throat. You shove back your chair and sprint from the table, booking it into the bathroom.

You slide to your knees on the cold tile, and lift the lid just in time to throw up into the toilet. You gag, tossing up the little you ate at dinner.

Outside you don't hear a sound. That can't be good. The Nelsons are notoriously loud, but right now, you can't hear a single thing. Hearing not even a whisper sends embarrassment flooding your system.

Tears burn your eyeline as you retch again, nearly dunking your head into the toilet with the violent motion. You sit back, gasping for air and choking back the urge to burst into tears.

The door swings open. You don't bother turning around, knowing who it is as you throw up again.

Foggy falls to his knees beside you, pressing the toilet lid back for you and rubbing your back with the other hand. You dry heave a few more painful times before your body is satisfied and the cycle ends.

Collapsing back, your vision swims and your temples pound. Foggy reaches past you to flush the toilet, then cradles your shaking form in his arms.

"M'sorry." Your hoarse whisper draws your husband's brows deeper.

"Baby." He shakes his head, pulling some toilet paper off the roll. He turns your face gingerly towards him and dabs at your mouth. Your eyes drop to where your knees are touching, shame staining your cheeks.

"Are you okay?" Foggy asks.

He doesn't criticize, he doesn't ask why, he only wants to know if you're alright. The sweet sentiment finally breaks you and you burst into tears.

"I....I didn't want to....I had it all planned...to tell you..." You sniffle. Foggy has already drawn you into his arms ever closer and only pulls back centimeters to hear your mumbling.

"Tell me what, sunshine?"

You draw a shaky breath and look up at him with the biggest, saddest expression he's ever seen. Your lower lip juts out, trembling, and he would find it adorable if you weren't so distraught and he wasn't on the verge of panicking himself.

Foggy chooses to calm you down first, cupping your cheeks and swiping the tears that fall from your red eyes.

You grab his wrists for dear life and take a shuddering, steadying breath.

You meet his eyes again and the smallest hint of a smile flickers over your mouth.

"You're going to be a father."

Foggy's thumbs stop. You feel the tendons in his hands constrict. His expression of distraught concern freezes. His eyes stare into yours, unmoving.

You stop breathing then, too.

Tears well up first, until they build up in his eyes and spill down his face, splashing onto your fingers. Foggy smiles with trembling lips, as shaky as his voice when he speaks.

"Fuck....we are....you're...I mean-"

You exhale and nod slowly between his palms. You can feel the warm metal of his wedding band pressing into your cheek as his hands hold you tighter. Foggy's expression grows delirious, his smile larger than his astonished eyes.

"I'm pregnant." You confirm.

A sob breaks from his lips. He dives in and presses his forehead to yours. Foggy closes his eyes, another cry escaping him before he takes a steadying breath.

He lifts his head, sniffling, and kisses your forehead, your cheeks, your nose. He kisses your lips over and over and over, until you gently push him away, smiling ruefully.

Foggy pauses. "What?"

"I just..." You shrug. "I had created an entire plan to surprise you. I didn't expect to tell you on the bathroom floor of a butcher shop."

He snickers until it tumbles into outright laughter. Foggy stands first and then helps you stand as well, an arm gingerly around your waist and already so protective of your body with this newfound information.

"I know." You lament. "It's stupid. It's just you deserve a grand...surprise... I don't know."

"Baby, sweetheart, darling." Foggy turns you to face him. He presses a firm kiss to your forehead, wipes away the remnants of any tears on your cheeks, and grabs your hand. Raising your fingers to his lips, he kisses your wedding band, eyes on you ever so poignant.

"You are the love of my life. You could have told me behind a damn dumpster in some backstreet alleyway for all I care. I love you, so fucking much, but I don't give a shit about what I deserve. I don't deserve anything." He shakes his head, hair flying into his face with vigor. You automatically reach forward to brush it out of his face. It only spurs him on more.

"I don't deserve you, my beautiful wife, who thinks it's not enough that you are creating our child, but for some reason needs to tell me in some special way, as if the news itself isn't magical already?" He rants.

You sigh, biting your lip. "I know. I said it was stupid."

"It just proves how much you love me. Which again, I'm baffled by." Foggy's eyes fall to your stomach and an awestruck expression glazes over his eyes before he smirks, looking up at you with a twinkle in his eye.

"Think of it this way. They had a serious case of FOMO. We're at the biggest Nelson gathering of the year and our little one wanted to be included in all the festivities."

Foggy watches triumphant as a silly grin finally breaks your somber expression. A hand falls to your stomach.

"They are a Nelson, after all. Makes sense they couldn't keep themselves quiet for long." You snort. Foggy scoffs, but can't help leaning in for another doting kiss.

He pulls you towards the door, hand falling onto the handle and looks over his shoulder at you.

"So are we telling the audience out there? Because, don't panic, but it kind of looked like the sight of my mom's dish alone disgusted you."

You groan. "I knew it would come across like that. No, of course we can tell them. I don't want Anna to hate me."

"Trust me, you're her favorite in-law." Foggy reassures, leaving no time to process the confession as he swings open the door.

The party has gone back to full swing, respectfully not drawing attention to your absence until Foggy steps forward, raising his hand.

"Nelsons!" He shouts. For once, every single Nelson in the room quiets and turns in their seat, eyes now on the two of you. You swallow, pressing into Foggy's side with a bashful smile.

"I just wanted to reassure you guys everything is fine. Although, the newest Nelson might have some strong opinions on Ma's roast."

Foggy grins, basking in the precious seconds of silence it takes to dawn on everyone. Anna, who you are watching anxiously, and who was frowning in confusion, is the first to light up, screeching so loud she scares those sitting nearest her.

"Oh! Franklin! Is it true! I can't believe it!" She scurries around the long table in record time, running straight into you with a hug that unintentionally knocks Foggy to the side. She releases you, tears already in her eyes when you nod. She turns to her son and cups his face.

"Oh Franklin, you're gonna be the best damn father that baby has ever had." She sobs. Foggy's elation collapses into renewed tears of joy and you step back to let mother and son comfort one another.

By now the room has caught on, with cousins explaining to older folk who can't hear as well, and older siblings explaining to the kids there was gonna be a new Nelson next Christmas. Needless to say, the entire room erupts into cheers. The scraping of chairs accompany applause as the Nelson clan floods towards you and Foggy to congratulate you two with hugs and kisses. And of course, not so covert jokes at Foggy's "well done putting the work in", along with playful, but serious threats "that he better not let his big time lawyering gig take him away from his wife and baby."

Foggy shakes his head, his own expression screwed up tight in digust at the thought of it.

He draws you in against his side. "She's gonna be sick of me by the end of this."

"Probably." You tease, earning a round of laughter and a pinch from Foggy. You placate him, turning his chin to plant a bold kiss on his mouth. The hoots and hollers escalate as Foggy matches your energy, then exceeds it by dipping you low and kissing you until the kids start calling out how gross it is and the phones start coming out to snap pictures.

It wasn't how you pictured the grand reveal going, but how rare it is for life's precious moments to go as planned. And really, the unexpected reality often holds more love, laughter, and memories than you could ever imagine. Yes, the laughter, the cheers, the teasing, the attention, the warmth is all still overwhelming, in truth. But now? Knowing you are surrounded by the biggest support system one could ask for, and the world's most adoring husband and soon-to-be father, it's the best feeling in the world.

[stuckyfingers]

"It's called a bikini" "Did you invent it?" "No. The French." .... "Bikini..."

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Recommend me the most angsty shit y’all got, I’m deprived

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Daniel Sousa Masterlist

Marvel Masterlist

Main Masterlist

X - x reader F - Female Reader (otherwise it’s gender neutral) ☀️ - Fluff ✨ - Humor ☁️ - Angst ⭐️ - Author Faves

Newest fics will be at the bottom

Plan B - F!X ☀️✨⭐️ Reader is a friend of Peggy’s who’s been on the team at the SSR for a few months. She hasn’t really bonded with any of the men at the agency, except Thompson, who’s her stupid hotshot mission plan buddy. She also spends a fair amount of time with Daniel, but reader hasn’t gotten to bond with Agent Sousa as much. That might change drastically when the four go out on a mission to try and recover some more of Howard’s stolen tech.

Black Coffee - X ☀️ Reader’s working at a coffee house, and they see plenty of people come in looking exhausted and searching for some caffeine to help. When a new face comes into the coffee shop, he manages to break the all-time record for the person closest to being an absolute zombie. Daniel Sousa’s been working day and night on a case for the SSR, and he’s in danger of falling asleep if he so much as stops moving. But, if he can make it through to the end of the case, it might just turn out to be worth it in more ways than one.

Assistant - F!X ☀️ Y/N is Howard Stark’s assistant, which is never a boring job. They’re in the middle of tearing their hair out trying to manage his crazy schedule when a surprise visit from a certain SSR agent shakes up their day.

New Office - X ☀️ Y/N’s been in love with their best friend Daniel Sousa since they both started working at the SSR, but he’s been hung up on Peggy since the first time he saw her. Now, however, Peggy’s turned him down for a date and he’s gone all the way across the country with a promotion to get some distance from her. Y/N went with him, but will it mean a change in anything more than location for the two of them?

West vs. East - X ☀️✨ Y/N is the LA SSR’s new nurse, a position they finally realized was incredibly important to have around after a few near-misses during the Whitney Frost case. They’ve only been there a week, but an all-SSR picnic and “friendly” East Coast/West Coast competition will give them plenty of chances to make new friends and more.

Sandy and Charlie - F!X ☀️✨ Y/N is starring in her first big picture, a Western produced by Howard Stark. When the actor playing her love interest no-shows, however, they’re going to have to get creative in finding a person to fill the role so the movie can be finished. Fortunately for them, the SSR needs Howard’s help on a case, and are willing to make some deals to get it.

The Unholy Alliance - X ☀️✨ Daniel and Y/N have been staring at each other longingly for months, and Jack and Peggy are tired of it. So, in a moment of history in the making, the two *team up* to find a way to get their coworkers to finally realize their feelings for each other.

No Way To Know For Sure - Part 1 Part 2 - F!X ☁️☀️✨ After a few months of friendship and a few more months of dating, Y/N and Daniel Sousa decided to call it quits when he moved out to LA to open the West Coast SSR. She was focused on her career with no desire to leave New York, her home, the place she had connections and established respect as a female SSR agent, the greatest city in the world. Daniel couldn’t turn down the promotion, and she didn’t want him to. So they parted ways, Y/N telling herself it didn’t hurt. But when Jack sends her out to LA to work with Daniel on a case, she realizes she is definitely not over him.

Date Night - F!X ☀️✨ Y/N and Daniel are ready to relax and listen to their favorite radio program together after a long week at the SSR. Unfortunately for both of them, Y/N’s older brother Jack Thompson has the spare key to the apartment, and he has a history of picking terrible times to drop in on his little sister.

Office Most-Eligible - F!X ☀️✨ When Jack ropes Daniel into eavesdropping on the telephone ladies’ breakroom, they both might hear a lot more than they’d bargained for.

The Ugliest Tie I’ve Ever Seen - X ☀️✨ Y/N has finally been transferred to LA, joining their boyfriend Daniel Sousa to help with a case. Unfortunately, he's picked up some new fashion in LA.

Drinks With Peggy - X ☁️☀️ Daniel's S/O came out of a program like Dottie's, so they're still learning how to be in a relationship and communicate with the people who matter.

The Gunmen Were A Relief - X ☀️✨ Daniel's planned out the perfect night to tell his SO about his real job as Chief of the LA SSR. Unfortunately for him, things don't quite go according to plan.

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[mvltisstuff]

literally, nothing brings me more comfort than the OG marvel fics… TO THIS DAY i’m reading the friends to lovers w peter, nat can’t cook, tony throwing random parties, having random powers and you can’t pry these fics out of my hands when im six feet under.

[thinkinonsense]

-cravings.

cw: feral!logan, breeding kink, pervy!logan, marking, TA/ co-workers relationship, belly bulge, oral (fem receiving), gross!logan, squirting, male masturbation, spitting, slight praise kink, slight hair tugging, pet names, slightly grinding on abs? pantie play?

summary: logan's in a rut and only his sweet girl can help him.

a/n: so i pictured dofp!logan but x trilogy!logan also works! hope you enjoy <3 also also not proof read so sorry for any errors

"scott, have you seen logan?" your delicate voice fills the study as you pass by, looking for your mentor.

logan has been missing all day, which isn't the most unusual thing but it is odd that he said he would train with you today and yet, he's nowhere to be found.

"charles said he wasn't feeling well." scott replied, barely gazing up at you. "he's probably still in bed."

you nod, turning around to head upstairs and check on logan like any good friend would.

the floorboards creek under your light foot steps down the hall. charles, hank, and storm took the kids to a lab overnight to work on their final projects. the rest of the adult were either training or lesson planning. the wooden door glowed with golden light illuminating the rim, so warm and welcoming.

one knock turned into three and four. all of them unanswered, leaving you slightly alarmed. this wasn't like logan to ignore you.

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meanwhile, beyond the wooden door, logan sat on his bed trying to get a grip on this feeling. it's happened before, the familiar warmth that spreads all over. a primal craving attempting to claw its way out of him.

normally, he can hide out until the rut is over but now it is different. now logan has his eyes on someone. not just someone though.

it's the girl he's been warned not to fall for. charles, jean, hank and scott have all told logan that he's not to make a move on you. the girl who's too pure for a big bad wolf like him. for once, he listened and steered clear of you, no matter how pretty you were.

until you signed up to be his teachers assistant.

now with the close proximity, logan is tortured by your scent. the sweet cherry he's become familiar with haunts his deepest thoughts. he could perfectly trace every outline on your body without even trying. honestly, he found it quite sickening how you've carved your spot in his mind.

next to him on the mattress are a pair of your panties from yesterday. he remembered seeing the slight flash of light blue from under your skirt when you dropped your pen in the hallway. there's a damp patch on them, calling his name in mocking tones.

"logan..?" your meek voice was barely audible behind the door. "can i please come in?"

a low growl hums in his chest at the sound of your voice. he wants nothing more than to let you inside and ravish you in the way he desires; but he doesn't want to scare you off.

"not now, sweetheart." he grunts almost as if he's in pain.

"a-are you okay?"

logan couldn't see you but he could picture your concerned face. scrunched eyebrows and wide bambi eyes, lips in a pout. god, he could just eat you up.

" 'm fine." his voice sounds rough, like a bark. he would never yell at you but he needed you to walk away because the feeling of his cock being suffocated in his jeans was killing him.

"alright." you whine. "see ya later then, lo."

soon enough he heard your footsteps down the hall, logan quickly strips himself of his black shirt, dark blue jeans and his boxers. without hesitation he reaches over to grab that panties he had taken from your hamper.

"fuck, smells so sweet." he groans, nose pressed against the soft soaked cotton as he tugs his throbbing cock. spreading the pearly beads of pre-cum.

with his senses clouded and a fire ignited in him, he kitten licks the patch, letting your slick dance on his tongue. picturing your legs wrapped around his head, how your tight hole would take his tongue or his fingers and the little noises that would escape you.

"that's my sweet pussy. all mine." logan mumbles possessively under his breath before spitting into the material and bringing it to his cock, using it to jerk off.

as his orgasm approaches, the fire intensifies; sweat dripping down his temples the faster his hand moves. abs also dripping in sweat as his chest rapidly moves up and down. mind swarmed with all the positions logan wants to put you in.

"s-shit." logan curses, clenching his teeth as his vision blurs and euphoria washes over him. ropes of cum spill all over his abs and happy trail, creating a sticky messy.

left alone and panting, covered in his release, logan's still unsatisfied. he knew there was only one thing that could fix this.

❀༉‧₊˚

it's near midnight when you finally hear logan leave his room. heavy boots heading towards the stairs, right by your room.

"where are you going, lo?" you ask, peaking out of your bedroom to catch him. he stops but doesn't acknowledge you. "gonna leave me here all alone?"

logan could've sworn that you would be asleep at this hour and he could leave to find some woman at the bar to help with his... situation.

"scott's around here somewhere." he dryly replies, trying to avoid your gaze.

"he left a few hours ago." you mumble, nervously messing with the bottom of your nightgown.

something was off about logan; you just couldn't figure out what it was. he wouldn't even look at you. had you done something wrong? was he upset with you? why was he avoiding you?

"i-is everything alright?" you ask, worried for the answer.

logan take a minute to respond, scratching the scruff on his face while he thinks. just because he looks strong doesn't mean he is internally. logan found his weakness in you. a woman he's known for a little over a year and yet you could bring him to his knees if you so pleased.

suddenly, logan turns and looks at you. he sucks in his breath sharply when he saw you dressed in a cute tiny white nightgown. logan was positive that you were the closest he will ever get to meeting an angel.

the material ends high up on your thighs and he swears that in this light he can see the outline of your nipples, watching how they pebble from the cool air in the hallway.

"it's just cravings." he finally answers, tearing his eyes off of your pretty shape.

the moment logan makes eye contact with you, you notice how the color changed from a light hazel to bordering black. he looked hungry. you've heard of this before, a feral state that mutants like him enter every six months or so and if you knew better, you would run.

"anything i can help you with?" you ask, batting your long lashes up at him.

"it's real dirty work, princess." logan warns, restraining himself from jumping at the opportunity.

"i don't mind." you tell him. in that moment, a familiar aroma hits him. "i wanna help you, logan."

normally, logan wouldn't let things get this far. sure, the two of you have made sly flirty comments in the past but it's never gone past just words.

he watches you walk back into your room, keeping the door open for him.

❀༉‧₊˚

your bedroom was damn near exactly how logan pictured it. soft earth toned colors, pretty sheets, messy desk with all the paperwork you two do together. most importantly, it smelled like you. not your perfume or whatever candle you lit earlier. this was different.

"logan..." your voice pulls him back to reality. "tell me what you want me to do."

so considerate. logan thinks to himself as he watches you sit with your knees against the mattress and look up at him like a dog looking at its owner, waiting for an order.

without a warning, logan crashes his lips against yours. it hot and messy how he almost swallows you whole. both of you have waited forever for this moment.

logan lays you flat on the mattress, not breaking the kiss. your teeth bite down on his bottom lip at the small thud. you go to whisper an apology but it's covered by logan's loud groaning.

he take this opportunity to grind against you, only covered in a pair of matching white panties. if he was in a clearer head space, he would've thought this was planned.

"u-uh, please." you whimper against his lips, lifting your hips a little to meet his.

it's quite cute how pathetic you look right now. struggling for more. logan latches his lips to your neck, leaving dark maroon bites behind as he moves further south.

at the waistband of your panties, logan nips at the skin on your hipbone, leaving behind a pretty mark to match the others. he craved to be closer to you. pressing his nose into the wet patch and inhaling sharply, grunting at your essence.

a loud squeal falls from your lips as you lazily try to push him away. too embarrassed by the lewd action. nonetheless, logan refuses to move until he's had enough. licking over the cotton and making out with your covered cunt.

"l-logan!" you gasp as he flips you over on your belly with your ass in the air.

the sound of the material ripping fills the room. this was better than logan could've imagined. the sight of your throbbing cunt as it cries for his attention, and only his.

"prettiest fuckin' pussy i've ever seen." he marvels under his breath. "gonna let me use it how i please, princess?"

"mhm." you nod, trying to look back at him. "it's yours, lo."

your words send him on a spiral, he sinks you down on his tongue so he can fuck you at his pace. exploring your walls and reveling in your taste. no dessert in the world could compare to you.

logan grinds against your mattress, desperately seeking relief. not that he's complaining. he's more than happy with his position; and so are you.

there will be bruises on your hips tomorrow, without a doubt because of how tightly logan's gripping your hips. keeping you right where he wants you to be.

"n-need more, please." you moan, fists balling up the sheets.

"what a greedy fuckin' baby." logan says, pulling off of a second to replace his tongue with two thick fingers, stretching you out for him.

pretty little 'uh, uh, uh's' spill from your lips every time you bounce back on logan's fingers. he's hypnotized by the way you manage to coat his finger with your slick. dripping down his palm and onto your sheets.

"look 'atcha, sweetheart." he mutters, doubtful that you can hear him over the obscene sounds coming from your pussy. "struggling to take my fingers. gotta stretch ya' for my cock. think you can take it?"

"mhm!" you answer, feeling a trail of kisses on the back of your thighs as logan speeds up his thrusts, locating your sweet spot with ease.

there's a warmth of pleasure that washes over you. it's different than anything else you've experienced. before you could even figure it out, you to gush all over logan's hand and the sheets.

"she's squeezing me so damn tight." he growls, watching as your pussy spasms from overstimulation, practically knocking the wind out of you. logan has to fight off cumming in his jeans as he licks up your release.

once logan allows you to catch your breath, you turn and say, "i've never um, never done that before."

"fuck." logan curses, smacking his palm down on your ass. "it won't be the last time tonight."

the sound of logan undoing his belt echos in the room. lining the head up to your entrance and slowly sinking into you. your eyes roll back into your head at the stretch. similar to a cat, you arch your back and purr at the feeling.

"f-feel so full." you moan as he picks up his pace.

"that's it, princess." he grunts, moving his hand down your back and wrapping it into your hair. "tell me how good it feels."

and you don't waste a single second to do so.

"you're s-so big, can feel you e-everywhere." you reply in between heavy breaths.

the hand wrapped in your hair tugs you forward so your back is against his chest. with his lips pressed against your ear, he mutters, "everywhere, huh?"

you nod, digging your nails into his thighs with each thrust. his other hand travels from your breast to your lower torso underneath the nightgown. your eyes shoot open as soon as he lightly pushes down.

"can you feel me right here?" he asks, slowing down his strokes for you to focus.

when you don't respond right away, the hand in your hair moves to your jaw, gripping it and angling your gaze down to the large bulge in your belly. you always knew logan was larger than the average man but you didn't even think this was possible.

"y-yes!" you whimper loudly, needing him to go faster.

logan's not religious by any means but in that moment, he wishes he could personally thank god for everyone being gone tonight. he can't imagine having to muffle your little moans right now while he starts pounding back into you.

"gimme kiss, please?" you whisper in between the lewd wet smacks of his heavy balls against your ass.

how could logan turn down his sweet girl? even while being ruined, you still managed to use your manners.

the two of you sloppily make out, exploring each other. he swallows all the whimpers you let out against his lips. except the one from when logan pulls back.

"what are you–?"

"open your mouth and stick out your tongue for me." logan demanded, staring down at you like a feral animal.

you obey, opening up for him like he asks. logan spits on top your tongue, feeling your tight cunt flutter around him. clenching at the taste of him.

"swallow." he says, watching you do so. "what a good girl."

"i'm so f-fucking close, lo." your head falls back against his shoulder as your vision turns white, stars behind your eye lids.

"me too." logan warns. " 'ya gonna let me fill you up, sweetheart? bet you wanna be full of me, to carry my seed? isn't that right?"

he knows you're too far gone, babbling incoherent sentences and soft pleas. the tiny, "mhm" and head nod give him the okay to cum inside you.

"s-shit!" he curses. "you're so tight, practically suffocating me, baby."

his orgasm triggers another for you, milking him until both of you are struggling for air. the room felt like the inside of a sauna and reeks of sex.

"got another one in you, pretty girl?" logan asks, slowly pulling out of you.

"y-yeah." you answer, letting him move you how he wanted.

logan slips your nightgown off of you and lays you down on your back again. this time fully taking in your form. every curve, dimple and scar. he makes sure to pay your breasts some attention, taking one in his mouth and massages the other, pinching and rolling your nipple until your whining. desperately you attempt to rub your pussy against his abs, gaining very little friction from it.

if he wasn't in this rut, he would've taken more time to appreciate this. next time he will.

you open up for him again and he slips in with ease. logan brings your thighs to your chest, folding you in half.

"harder, please." you beg, staring up at him with those wide eyes that he's a sucker for.

"i don't want to hurt you, baby." he grunts, trying to restrain himself.

"i can take it, lo." you tell him, stroking his cheek with your much smaller thumb. "i know you need it right now."

instead of answering with words, logan bends down and kisses you in a more tender way than before. as soon as he picks up his thrusts, you tug softly at his locks, making his hips stir and lose rhythm for a second.

"you like it rough, don't 'ya, princess?" he grunts in your neck while his thumb moves to rub circles on your clit. "fuck, my cum is just spilling out of you."

a tear rolls down your cheek, only further encouraging logan. licking up the salty tear before it falls off your skin. never in your life have you felt so dirty.

"please, need to feel you logan." you whimper and he knows exactly what you mean.

"don't worry, baby. i'm close." he says, feeling you flutter around him.

logan's gaze stays locked on where the two of you are connected, watching him slide in and out of you. almost drooling at the image of his cock in your stomach.

within minutes, you're soaking his cock like you did his fingers. slick landing all over logan's sculpted torso. your fingers gather some before bringing them to his lips, letting him lick them clean.

a loud animalistic growl signals his release, painting your walls again for the second time tonight.

both of you lay stuck together. neither ready to let go of each other just yet. on the floor, you notice something light blue peaking out of the back pocket of his discarded jeans.

"so that's where my panties went?" you giggle, capturing logan's attention.

"yeah..." his voice raspy and deeper than usual. "sorry 'bout that, sweetheart."

"it's okay." you reply. "but next time that you get these 'cravings', come to me and i'll help y–"

logan cuts you off on with the rock of his hips and the wet slosh of your ruined cunt. before you can even moan, he's grabbed your white panties next to you and shoves them in your mouth.

fuck, he should've come to you sooner.

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happy life, happy wife | hugh jackman

an: “you attract what you fear” GUYS IM SO SCARED OF A 55 YEAR OLD AUSTRALIAN 😭 definitely thinking about making marvel actress!reader x hugh an actual series… i have ideas

marvel actress!reader

Deadpool & Wolverine Press tour - Hot Ones

Hugh felt like he was going to die. Each wing was getting hotter and hotter, but immediately when he heard his wife’s name he forgot all about the spice.

“Hugh, your wife is part of the Avengers, how does it feel having your wife be part of such a huge franchise? Have you two talked about a potential team up with the X-men and the Avengers?” Sean asked.

“My wife . . . Oh god, I think I’m crying-”

“I can’t tell if you’re legitimately dying or completely in love with your wife.” Ryan told Hugh.

“Wait . . I am completely in love with my wife and I would legitimately die for her.” Hugh gasped as he rearranged Ryan’s words.

“Is that in the contract she made you sign when you married her? ‘I vow to die for you’. My contract said I had to give all my money to my kids and wife.” Ryan said.

“No, she’s amazing, um, if I start talking about her I think I might go on for hours,” he laughed. “Our kids do want to see their parents fighting the bad guys together. We would love to team up, maybe it could happen.” Hugh smiled.

“The entire movie would be them making out and her beating the shit out of you. I’d pay to see that.” Ryan added.

•••

Comic Con 2024

Like RDJ, your last Marvel movie had been Avengers: Endgame. After being in ten mcu films, it was time to say goodbye to your character.

But that was in 2019.

At this years comic con, you were back. The cast of Deadpool & Wolverine had taken the stage and showed their appreciation for the fans. After their panel, it was time to announce Marvel’s upcoming projects. Kevin Feige announced the Fantastic Four, Thunderbolts, Captain America 4, and finally the new Avengers movies, which everyone was extremely excited about.

After showing the title card for the upcoming Avengers film, Kevin turned to the audience.

“Something people have been asking, as of late, is who the heck is going to direct these two movies?” The audience clapped.

From the side of the stage, you were nervous. What if the fans didn’t like the idea of you directing the next two Avengers films? Your worrying caused Hugh to come to your rescue.

“Hey, they loved you as an Avenger, they will love you even more.” Hugh kissed your forehead. “If anyone says anything about this decision, they have me to deal with.”

You laughed at his words. “I really love you so much.”

“Love you too, bub.” Hugh was about to kiss you when Ryan cut in.

“I really love us too. I convinced half of the people here that we’re a throuple.” He said in the most serious tone ever.

Kevin announced you as the director. Your doubt of the fans not liking the announcement was proven wrong when you walked the stairs to the stage and stood next to Kevin. They cheered when they saw you were back.

As you said a few words, thanking Marvel, Kevin and the fans, you were being recorded by Hugh, who was being recorded by Ryan.

“That’s my wife!” Hugh cheered from backstage, holding his phone in his hand.

“She’s Marvel Jesus now, holy shit!”

•••

WIRED autocomplete interview

“Is Hugh Jackman married?”

“Yes, to me, Y/n, probably to half the population,” Ryan answered. “He’s Australia’s biggest slut.”

“All the times, I proposed.” Hugh laughed. “But yes, I am married and I love my wife very much. She’s stuck with me forever.” He lifted his hand to show off the wedding band.

“Funny, because she texted me right now. Her and Blake are in the courthouse getting married. So Deadpool three was actually made so our wives could divorce us and marry each other.”

[inkblot-inc]

The Bigger Picture

Summary: See what happens when you undermine your boss AKA the one who's paying your bills...

Pairing: ???Wanda Maximoff x Hyena!Mutant!Reader

[S.S AU Masterlist]

Warning(s): This is an 18+ AU so MINORS DNI. Also Dark Themes in general. There's smut in the first half of this one: strap-on usage (r giving) oral sex (Wanda recieving). There's some pretty crass language as per usual on my end, I can’t think of much else but let me know.

Note(s): I present another the start of another AU, ladies and gentlefriends! Where did it come from? The deep reaches of my MIND not all that deep really, I just can't stop my brain from scratching like an addict- but it's pretty decent for fall/spoopy season I think. I hope y'all enjoy :3

Word Count: Just a bit shy of 2.1k

*squints* I give NO ONE permission to repost or translate my work. Make your own shit!

You remember seeing the world through younger eyes. The scene around you is blurry and out of focus with only the barest hint of awareness of tears running down your face. The only thing you can make out is a man’s back, his imposing stature, his cropped hair, and how his figure seems to get smaller and smaller as he walks away from you. His apathy is the clearest; his steps never falter, not does her look back at you. You feel like an outside viewer as you watch a hand, your hand, continue to reach for him. You fight in another person’s grip as you're being dragged away.

“Baba please! Help me, I don’t wanna go!”

The lack of response through the high winds only made your yelling feel louder before your vision was then blocked by a hood over your face. Even if you couldn’t identify with the anguish anymore it still hissed at your nerves, grasping and pulling at you like a desperate whore for your attention…

The continued thump, thump, thumping sound throughout the room brought you back into the moment as you continued pounding the woman beneath you into the velvety couch cushions beneath. The woman’s wavy red hair splayed out and her nails digging into your shoulders as she let her moans fall from her mouth in an unending stream.

She gave a shout as she hit her orgasm and you watched her green eyes glaze over as she gave you a hazy smile, you returned a smaller one of your own. One of her hands slid up your chest to caress your throat, fingers running over the scarring coating the entirety of it.

Her eyes scanned yours in open concern. “Is everything okay? Where did you go just now?”

You merely squinted, “old-times...’s still loud.” Your voice came out gravely and with a creek.

With your thumb caressing her waist, you leaned back to sit upright before using a hand to move her half-unbuttoned blouse further down her arms. With more of the redhead's skin exposed and your head still swimming, you went back in to leave kisses ranging from her neck, down to her collarbone, and even further to the valley of her breasts. You felt the woman's hand take the back of your neck to have you take one of the mounds in your mouth.

The hand you had resting on the woman's waist moved to squeeze her thigh while you eased your strap out of her with a few more slow strokes. You released her flushed nipple with a small plop, your saliva slightly glistening in the light of the office space before you slid off of the couch to the floor.

Getting to a kneel, you keep your gaze on the eyes of the woman in front of you while reaching down by her ankles and fully removing her already ruined panties.

A glint sparks in your eyes as you stare at her still dripping pussy. You lick a stripe up her entrance before lightly sucking on her clit, causing the woman above you to jolt with a gasp.

The woman watches you go back to eating her out with a small crackling chuckle. "You love this, don't you?"

You only look up to meet her eyes, your mouth still working on her. You blink slowly before doubling your efforts on her pussy.

Her head falls back as she continues to buck into your mouth. "Yesyesyes, hah, just like that baby," She isn't especially loud, but the pleading laced in her voice is what drives you to your own brink.

You sink into the moans that come from her lips, soon turning into breathless whimpers as she brings your head impossibly closer to her heat. As ribbons of red made their way into your ears, you let her fog invade your mind and take over.

Everything else melted away into oblivion. You were older now as you watched the tattered dirt path become peaceful grasses, the people became well-rooted trees in full bloom. Armored cars and loaded rifles dissipated into mere accents of a pleasant scene. And at the center of it all, was the same woman as now. her velvet greens staring back at you with a warmth that could make the Niganda sun seem cold.

The redhead's grip tightened in your hair as her movements became more erratic against your face. You brought a hand up to play with her clit and work to bring her over the edge again.

Things were much simpler this way. No confusing flashes of people you don’t remember, no random jolts of phantom pain. You were sure to live in the moment, and your most recent memories didn’t hurt you to think about and when the details became fuzzy you almost missed them.

Your head rested on her inner thigh after you helped her ride out her high. Her finger rubbed just beneath your eye as your eyes locked, reveling in each other. "There you are, right here with me."

And it was all because of her. Wanda.

Wanda held your chin in her hand before she swiped her thumb over your bottom lip and tasted herself. Even with a fresh afterglow setting in, the fire in her eyes never abated. Wanda's power was always there.

That same energy that let her linger in your mind and relieve you of that lost momentum and gave you stability to latch for. You’d do anything to keep that. You’d do anything to keep Wanda.

As you helped her get her panties and skirt back on and make sure the back of her skirt was the front again, your mind was calm at a gentle hum, distant screams of the past going ignored as you helped fix up the couch of her associate’s office.

----------

Wanda’s mood had noticeably soured since you’d had your fill of each other. Her face had become a mask of neutrality with traces of agitation she just couldn’t seem to remove as she flipped through the papers settled on the desk. It was less decorated than her own; she’d hardly spared a glance at the few picture frames placed on top of the hardwood either. She didn’t want to see more than she’d had to for the day.

Standing up from the leather couch settled on the side of the room, you wandered around the rather plain space aimlessly, looking at the fully stacked bookshelves, more than half the titles going over your head with disinterest. Settling by where Wanda was seated, you faced the door as you heard incoming noise before the doorknob could even jostle.

Murky blue eyes startled as he caught sight of the two of you in his office. The older man wheeled himself further into his office before having the door shut behind him. Your eyes stayed on him, unwavering. “Wanda, to what do I owe this unexpected visit? I was called out of a very important-”

“What the hell do you think you’re doing? Better yet, who do you think you are, Xavier?” Wanda wasn’t interested in wasting time with false pleasantries.

“What exactly are you referring to, Wanda? I’ve done nothing but do as you’ve asked.” Wanda carefully kept her face blank as she observed the bald man.

“Keeping a wire on not only my vehicles, but my associates’ as well. Getting your grunts to try and tap my phone calls. They’ve gotten especially sloppy within the past few weeks, by the way. You should talk with Scott about that. All this to gain the favor of one Mr. William Stryker,” She placed the photos one of her skulkers took from their meeting a few nights ago on the table.

“Is that exact enough for you, Charles?”

You watch the man’s shoulders tense, a crease forming in his brow. You can clearly smell his nerves building while Wanda is still deathly calm. Her hands stay steepled in front of her face by her mouth, her eyes squint every now and then as she continues to observe the man.

“I've only given false information I assure you-”

“I know it is, because I basically spoon fed it to you and your men. You know nothing I don't want you to EVEN with you haphazardly bugging my house. Now, what I want to know is how you didn’t think I’d catch on. Do you think I’m stupid, Charles?” There is a noticeable edge in her voice now and the hairs on the back of your neck began to bristle, reacting to her aggravation.

Charles spoke up quickly “It was a part of the plan to have eyes in higher places, for the sake of all mutants, Wanda!”

The accent of her voice grew thick as her tone dropped lower. “Do not try to insult my intelligence, old man. You’ve done things here and there to try and undermine my headship when you think I won’t notice, but you will not pull this. Stryker is a sad little leech who wants to eliminate us all and has no qualms about being vocal about it. You want to try and make nice, fondle the balls of a man who wouldn’t bat an eye to exterminate mutants? You simply won’t be classified among us.”

As Wanda spoke those last few words, you watched as a familiar red aura surrounded Charles, her eyes glowing bright as Charles howled in pain as a pale blue aura rose out of his body where he sat. You almost thought Wanda was going to kill him then and there before his screams settled down.

Charles was breathing heavily, his form hunched over in his chair before his eyes widened with realization. “My powers…”

“You wanted to appease the mortal man, now you can live and die counted as one of them. Your bootlicking wife will be too once my people find her.”

“Hee-he-hick,” A feral giggle erupted from your mouth as you watched him carry on belligerently.

“You leave Moira out of this! we’ve done nothing but look out for you, Wanda! Your father would-”

“What did I say about insulting my intelligence? You and my father were at odds throughout his entire headship. You know nothing of what he would do nor what he would want.”

She slid more photos onto the table, the other man in them tickled something in your throat as recognition passed through you.

Wanda tapped on the man's face with her pointer finger, "This man. Tell me where he is."

Charles peered over to look at the photo, his nerves a bit all over the place. "Pierce? I've no idea Wanda, he's been gone for days now. You have to believe me,"

Wanda tutted her tongue as she brought her hands back in front of her. "I don't have to do anything, but I do believe you. Unfortunately for you that makes you completely useless to me, Charles." She pursed her lips in a faux pout.

You could almost see the man shaking in his chair as he went on indignantly. You wound up tuning him out as he kept going on about loyalty and nonsense.

‘Do I kill him now?’

Wanda reached back for your neck, running her thumb over the scarring over your throat. “We’re just about done here, but Charles can see himself out, I believe.”

Charles couldn’t even properly understand what was going on right away because, one: He was in the middle of explaining how the original members of the syndicate needed to stick together, and two: He can’t read minds anymore. I mean, what’s he going to do now?

“You can go see if the college across town has any openings, but you’ve been relieved of your position with Maximoff Unlimited as well as the Scarlet Syndicate which will be vacant as of today, effective immediately. Now you can roll yourself out of this office, or I can have Y/n here escort you out. They don't seem too keen on being delicate with you.”

You tilted your head as a choppy rumble passed your lips. The prospect of handling the man yourself was very appealing right now. Charles likely recognized this as he made his way to the door himself. Red mist opens the door for him.

“Smart choice. So you do have some sense left. Oh, and Charles?”

The man stopped in the doorway, but didn't turn to look at Wanda.

“The next time you try to throw me or my company under the bus, remember who put you in that wheelchair.”

[kaunis-sielu]

Socialite Witch: 2

You don’t have to wait long for his call. It’s only three days later.

“We’re taking down some Hydra scum in the Bronx if you want to join us. I know you said aliens but they’re supposed to have some massive weapon with them that they’re working on and we could use the help.”

“Give me an address and I’ll meet you there.”

“Or, you could just come outside since I’m waiting to pick you up.”

“Oh. I’ll be down in a moment.” You magic yourself into your battle gear, all black and fantastic, scoop up Ilya and magic yourself outside the front door.

“You’re bringing your cat?” Steve asks looking surprised. You can’t help the laugh that falls past your lips.

“She’s my familiar so she enhances my magic.”

“I don’t want to see her get hurt.” He says holding you a hand to help you onto the back of his motorcycle. Once you’re settled, Ilya perched on your shoulders, Steve takes off.

“What can you tell us Doll?” Steve asks once you’ve stopped outside a group of warehouses.

“One moment.” You tell him as Ilya hops off your shoulder. She slinks off and you send out a shadow copy of her to help scope out the area.

“Thirty five men. Mostly in this building.” You make a little holographic layout of the space and light it up.

“Oh, that’s perfect.” Steve says sounding impressed and you can’t help but flush a little at the praise.

“I can show you where Ilya and Shadow find the men.”

“Perfect. Can you show the rest of team this too?”

“Yes. Where are they?” He touches the spots on the hologram so you send copies there. Once all the Hydra agents are found and a plan is created you tell Ilya to find the weapon and to get to work.

You and Steve move like ghosts, taking out agent after agent on your way to Ilya.

“Shit. This thing is huge.”

“Ilya said we should just blow it and let me contain the blast.”

“Can you?”

“Yes. I’d prefer to do that somewhere further from the city though.” You tell him blocking some bullets that a stray agent managed to fire off. Steve takes him out with a well placed shield throw.

“Impressive.” You say and he grins, “what do you want to do?”

“Let’s blow it.” He agrees, and you go to wrap it in your magic when Ilya chirps.

“Uh oh.”

“What?”

“Ilya said that there are more bombs. We set off one they’ll all go.”

“Shit.” Steve hisses, “sorry.”

“I don’t mind. What’s the plan?” You watch as he thinks it through. It’s like you can see his brain working as he runs through the scenario. “Can you disable them?”

“I don’t know if that’ll cause the other ones to go off. I could, freeze them. Then take care of them one at a time.”

“Let’s do that.” Steve nods, “I’ll get you to the next one.”

“It would be better for me to teleport. Less time between detonations means that there’s less chance of them thawing. I’d like you to get away from here too.”

“We should clear as many areas around the bombs as we can. Can you show where they all are?” You do the city and show him where the six bombs are. He starts ordering the troops where he wants them and you start freezing the bomb next to you.

Once that one is frozen you shoot Steve a wink then vanish to go freeze the next. Once they’re all frozen you go back to the first, wrap it in your magic and let it blow.

The plan works. Once you return to Steve he wraps an arm around you.

“Incredible. You’re incredible.”

“You’re pretty impressive yourself Captain.” You tell him, patting his chest, he grins down at you.

“Ready to go celebrate?”

“Always.”

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[celestialmulti]

HELLO WELCOME!

I like to write occasionally when I have the time and I wanted to start sharing some of the work I do :)

what I plan to write for:

- stranger things

- marvel

- dc

- warrior nun

- tlou ( games mostly / might do stuff for the tv shows )

- resident evil ( games / might be willing to do the movies too ) 

- chilling adventures of sabrina

- totally killer

- the walking dead

REQUESTS: I would like to start taking requests for any of these currently, so feel free to send stuff in !! they can be xreader or for a specific ship, I do mainly just write wlw but I am willing to write for pretty much anything just make sure to specify :) 

(I will add a masterlist later when I actually start posting)